[ As a testament to his poor eyesight, Munakata hadn't even realized the person he has offhandedly request help is none other than his former third, which is bizarre on its own, in retrospect. Munakata doesn't often faze from his composure, even in an unfortunate situation as appearing in trash city, but the moment he hears his distinctive, uniquely and pleasingly apathetic sounding. It's one of reluctant obedience and occasionally tortured, yet charming, submission... (All translated in Munakata's head, of course, through some twisted evaluation of his subordinates.)

His expression softens, offering him a wry smile. ]

Fushimi-kun, you certainly are a sight for sore eyes...

[ The last time they'd spoken, they'd been 'arguing,' and though the results have been predetermined, Munakata had given him an opening to truly switch if he so decides it is the best course of action for him. Either way, he had hoped that perhaps, in the perfect world, the next time they speak would be when his mission is complete, but he sees fate has a different plan for them both. ]

If I may be curious, what clan are you speaking on behalf of?