[ Maybe Komaeda dodged a bullet, maybe he's firing a machine gun at Rokkun's face because, uh,
He looks down at Komaeda's hand, clutching his shirt, up at his eyes that aren't seeing him.
Admirable isn't a word Komaeda's ever used for him, and the first time he gets to hear it it's about his 15-year-old dying self who isn't him. Komaeda extending his hand would have mattered, if it were him. If it were him... he wouldn't have been surrounded by people in the first place, there would be nobody's hand to take, nobody's cane to lean on, nobody but himself to drag his body forward slow inch by inch across the numbing ice that he had welcomed. ]
You're... [ ... ] It didn't happen like that, Nagito. If it did, I wouldn't be here.
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He looks down at Komaeda's hand, clutching his shirt, up at his eyes that aren't seeing him.
Admirable isn't a word Komaeda's ever used for him, and the first time he gets to hear it it's about his 15-year-old dying self who isn't him. Komaeda extending his hand would have mattered, if it were him. If it were him... he wouldn't have been surrounded by people in the first place, there would be nobody's hand to take, nobody's cane to lean on, nobody but himself to drag his body forward slow inch by inch across the numbing ice that he had welcomed. ]
You're... [ ... ] It didn't happen like that, Nagito. If it did, I wouldn't be here.