An idiot could work it out.

[She mumbles the words, more grudging than anything else. Had she been certain? No. But she had guessed as much... That the person "Junko" had been warning everyone about was actually her. Mukuro. Though how much of that story was true was also questionable. Obsessed with weapons and stuff? Sure. Capable of ushering in the end the world? Doubtful. She had to be competent for that.]

[Though hearing the admission is harder to shake this time than it was before. It's such a stupid thing to bring up... Ending the world? Who would even want something like that? Why would she want something like that? It was insane... And for all of her many faults, she didn't seem insane. Just stupid.]

I'm not saying that I believe you--because I don't. But why would you want to end your world? You lived there, too. That's like setting your own house on fire. People don't just do that unless they're out of their mind. Or possessed. Or... I don't know.

[Evil, maybe. But that word feels sour on her tongue, and she doesn't say it.]