[ It doesn't feel like talking— communicating— it feels more like speaking at each other and he can't even say it's all on Komaeda. He doesn't talk about his own thoughts either, doesn't have anybody to talk about that stuff with, and even when Komaeda asks, it's hard to tell if he cares.

Even right now, when he's thinking of so much that they're all jumbled in his head, he doesn't know how to voice it, staring down at the skeletons of buildings on his paper. ]

...I'm a child walking through the forest. It's dark, and I'm trying to get home. I come across a cairn, but can't tell which way to follow it... I always choose the wrong direction. At the end of the path is a den, and a— [ ... ] ...There's pain. In my chest, on my side, and I'm running until I'm out of breath. Then the world disappears beneath my feet. And I wake up.

[ He looks up, and over at Komaeda. ]

It's a dream I've been having for the past few nights.