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Makoto would abandon his offer at the first opportunity, so why give herself false hope? It's better to die in despair and let him live with the memory of another hot girl dying on him!
Junko will feel nothing and be nothing very, very soon. She'll live on anyway, thanks to the people who loved and hated her. Considering the state of the world, the death of another damn ultimate would hardly be front-page news!
If Junko were kind, she'd tell Makoto that. But she stamped out any ounce of kindness with a high heel ages ago.
Love, hate, hope, despair—they're basically the same thing. It means you're caring about someone, and even when they're gone, you'll never be rid of them.
Makoto can't beat her with hope. Hope is too tempermental for that! You can't kill it, but you can't ever rely on it either.
Mukuro spent her days hoping to find a home. Junko, being the best sister in the world, went out and found one! Was Mukuro greatful? Did she learn anything from it? Hell no! She kept on hoping. For a family. For someone, anyone, to notice her. To go down in history as a fucking hero, when she couldn't even that for her own sister!
A creature that can never be satisfied, no matter how much it ate, deserves to be put down. Mukuro might not be happy with her death, but she's no longer sad either, so there!
She's suprised by the lack of a response other than the crusher in the background. She isn't about the resulting despair.
She had the decency to make her sister's death quick. Celeste, on the other hand... what a bitch! She couldn't even manage that for the one person as a world who cared about Taeko Yasuhiro. Poor Hifumi was forced to bleed out in the arms of strangers, thinking of everything in the world but the person he loved. How cruel, to make a person leave the world completely alone!
Nobody cared about Ryoko. Even the one who argueably fucking should have.
Nobody would bother to cradle her body close to her chest, shut her eyes, and tuck her in for her enternal sleep.
Junko, unlike the rest of those heartless fuckers, had respect for the dead.
Corpses never choose to abandon you, since they can't choose anything!
If Togami had killed his siblings when he got the chance, maybe he wouldn't be driven into madness by the news. Not that she particularly cared. It was incredibly fun to watch those with everything lose it. Now that it was happening to her... Junko can confidently say this was the happiest she ever felt!
Watching herself die and doing nothing about it felt like her first time on a rollercoaster, teetering over the big drop.
She taps her foot to the rythim of her demise. Ibuki should make a song out of this. If Junko meant anything to her, she probably will! How delightful, to be able to share a fraction of this feeling with others!
Junko's mental countdown hits zero.
Negative one. (Even her despair has abandonded her. She feels like laughing, but that'd ruin the view.)
Negative two. (Prehaps Mikan came back for her, against her wishes. She feels every emotion at once.)
Negative three. (Is this what actually being seen felt like? She can't blame the idiots for liking it so much.)
Negative four. (Did she want this more than despair?)
She doesn't get to negative five.