( maybe in normal people terms it's what inside, but komaeda's far too gone to utilize that phrase properly. so while he listens to rokkun, actually listening to him, komaeda's eyes remain settled on him. he's not seeing him for him, almost looking through him in search of something — towards the lattermost words of his conversation, komaeda blinks slowly. )

Yep, it's about that. ( about what, exactly? ) As long as you have hope, everything you do is right. ( he nods, flipping the piece of meat on its other side.

there's a small sigh as he feels a little out of place of what he should say or feel to those words. )

But you shouldn't waste that hope on others who don't deserve it. ( he lifts one hand, pinching at rokkun's nose. ) Liking me, forgiving trash such as myself... that's not hope, instead you're pitying me.

( but to be honest, he doesn't mind that at all. )