I dunno. It's not like I paid any attention to you. Ask somebody who would know.

[ Weirdo. As if he's talking about two different people, the self he remembers and the self he doesn't, and with his dementia that must means he's continually splintering and inconsequentially leaving old selves behind— there's something about that that she dislikes, but she doesn't want to think too hard about Komaeda to bother with it. ]

Geez... Your handwriting really sucks. Is it 'cause your writing hand got chopped off?

[ She takes that slip of paper and crumples it up into a ball and rewrites her own name and slides it back over to Komaeda. ]

But nah, I'm not in any pain. I'm doing what I want, and I'm happy.