Mukuro's legs soon began to shake. There was hardly any musculature, and what stringy tendons remained were woefully inadequate to hold up his meagre weight. Gokudera's supporting arm helped only a little. The illusionist voiced some inarticulate noise at the other man for taking the initiative in removing his trousers for him, but he was tired simply from standing. Resisting - or even attempting dextrous movement - was beyond his motor skills at the moment.

"Let me sit," he rasped. He could feel that he was beginning to drag Gokudera down. The drag against his papery skin caused him to whimper quietly. His nerves still felt like they were on fire.