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[ It looks like a normal doorknob.

The counselor watches closely as Komaeda takes a seat next to him, but only to make sure he doesn't overturn the bowl on accident, because nobody needs to see the counselor eating floor crackers. Safe on Komaeda's lap, he picks up a piece and pops it in his mouth. ]

I've been waiting several months. But now matter. How are things with you now? You look like you don't want to be here.

( he knew for that long, well, he should have expected it really. )

Why did you wait so long if you knew? ...We could have met sooner if that's the case.

( not the floor crackers, i'm crying, but since he's sees that the counselor is interested in them, he's picking up another to hold up to the man's mouth. open up. )

...I was given an appointment, no one likes going places that's against their will. ( he sighs, waving the crackers in front of the counselor's lips like telling him to eat. ) Things with me are... hopeful, as always.

You weren't ready yet.

[ And the counselor is willing to wait. He's a patient man, is what I'd like to say, but he takes the cracker out of Komaeda's hand with his own before eating it. ]

But that's always good to hear. What are you most hopeful towards?

I'm always ready for my punishments, I'm sad ( not he's not ) that you took so long... if that's the case.

( he sighs, a little disappointed in hearing whether he was ready or not, but that doesn't stop the fact that what he was able to do what he wanted. the outcome was perfect, and he doesn't regret anything he's done. )

A stronger hope. ( which is the obvious. ) Do you have anything like that?

[ Hopeful towards a stronger hope... nothing concrete, but at least it's a neverending goal? It can be a good thing. ]

Of course. It's how I've held this position for so long. Everybody needs a bit of hope to keep them going. [ And then, as an afterthought: ] But spite works just as well, sometimes.

...? Those who are untalented have the weakest hope, you know. So I believe your hope would be able to... cradle their hope, hence why you kept your job.

( i know, komaeda can't call every untalented weak, but he will, and he knows they have hope that could maybe do something if they apply themselves. at one point, he mocked the idea that effort breeds success, but he did give a try when he allowed komaru to use her hope to battle despair — )

If you play the role of a stepping stone, how much will you nurture the seeds so that they break through the soil?

( he sighs while tilting the bowl in his hands, almost waiting for a few to fall to the floor. ) Talking to them, using spite... the outcome sounds poor... you have to do what they're afraid to.

[ Komaeda has lost bowl right. The counselor lifts it out of his hand and eats one first and then holds a second up to Komaeda's mouth.

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My role is precisely that: I am here to be used, to lift others up.

[ If Komaeda hasn't taking the cracker yet, the counselor takes it back so he can crunch in between thoughts. ]

Have you ever seen a life lived with spite? Hope is miraculous, but a life fueled by spite... it burns out fast but in burning, it shines brilliantly. Hope pulls, but spite drives.

( he's speaking komaeda's language, so he'll part his mouth to lean forward, allowing himself to be fed — but if he bites counselor's fingers then, that's on him. he doesn't chew though when he leans back, instead, he digs the cracker out of his mouth to look at it. )

Spite as in... doing things just to do them because you can... to do things out of malice, is that what you're asking me about?

( he thinks about it, and he already knows the answer, he doesn't even know why he gave pause — oh right, it was so he could lift the cracker back up towards the counselor so he can eat it instead. it may have komaeda slob on it, but it's whatever, they're both adults here. )

Yep, I don't like the usage of it when it's so short-lived, and sounds too selfish for me... ( coming from the man who does what he wants because he wants to, and everyone will just have to accept it. ) What does that do to help encourage the hopes of others that's lasting. For your hope... allowing me to use you, is this too lasting?

[ The next time Komaeda opens his mouth, the counselor takes the slob cracker from his hand and shoves it back inside Komaeda's mouth and if he chokes and dies here that just means I'm spared ]

I suppose it's just my selfish perspective as a member of the faculty. A student who is able to graduate full of hope is a wonderous thing, and they are able to move on and live the rest of their lives laid out in front of them. I only see those who pass through these doors, for the short time they are here.

( STOPPPP YOU ASKED FOR HIMMMM )

Why is that... Do you have some selfish desire you want me to fulfil, are you going to tell me of your spite to drive my hope?

( he'll eat the cracker, but he doesn't like it... where is the bread? once he finishes chewing, he'll slide off the table so that he can stand on the floor. he'll stand in front of the counselor, reading his expression before walking to behind his desk, and taking a seat properly in his chair like someone normal would do. )

You do have students already filled with hope, and it's my job to help them move forward... A few of them are already third years, so it'll be exciting.

[ Bread isn't proper counseling food unless it's crunchy and bite-sized. The counselor turns around on his desk, swinging his legs over from where they hang on the edge to rest his feet on the arms of the desk chair Komaeda's sitting in. He feels the same feeling that he would in the auditorium during an assembly, where some inexplicable force binds him to the seat and he can't move a muscle, although he can find that he can still talk and breathe. ]

Isn't it? My hope is my own to acquire, and my students... I'm not supposed to interfere. This year will be tough, so I hope the third years all do their best.

( this is evil, but it's fine, komaeda can relax, it's no different than being tied up, and since he's used to how the auditorium works — he remains still, breathing slow as he thinks about it. thinking how i have to use the same icon because he can't move and i keep giggling. )

You're not supposed to, but are you saying that you can... if it's a means to acquiring your hope?

( he doesn't understand not doing anything, considering komaeda's always on the move, he can't sit still, the cells in his brain move around too much in search for answers. they'll be lost upon him as time goes on, but that's normally his role, to assist and watch those act accordingly. )

I'm a first year, so it shouldn't matter... but why worry for the third years, are you afraid they'll fail you...?

[ He can if he wants, and he does what he wants, but he can't say it, it would be unprofessional. ]

I worry, but I'm not afraid. I want to see them all graduate... I want to see what they will do for the sake of graduation.

...If you could help them, how would you?

( not afraid, but he worries, anyone would be that way, even komaeda's that way for the hope around him. hence why he had to take the first step, but unlike the counselor, he doesn't limit himself to one room... )

Writing it down works too... if you want something that can be seen...

( he sighs, a little bored by the thought of them being unable to do anything, and knowing he shouldn't be near any of them. ) If it's for their hope... I'll see it through.

The words that pass between us are real enough without the need for something in writing. And that's what I do: talk with them, understand them, help them understand themselves. Therapy is all about helping yourself; nobody can say I have undue influence.

[ In this singular little room of his, he takes students in... makes them cry sometimes... He like to think he makes them better. ]

...You're doing everything you can already, aren't you? Isn't that enough? You don't need to take on my wishes for hope as well.

I don't care if anyone doesn't understand me, because it's the same as always... our beliefs will differ, so there's no need trying.

( he says this matter-of-factly, almost like he's tired of people trying to do that, because in the end they're only disappointed with his methods. komaeda's too used to the idea of people around him giving up, and that makes it easier for him to move on. especially with everything that's happened so far, there's no need to think about that, rather he should focus on what's important. )

That hope that they're striving for hasn't been obtained yet... So it's never enough until they reach it, stepping stones like us are needed for them to be successful... it's truly an honor... giving yourself to them, it shows that you're willing to put everything on the line for what's right.

Understanding doesn't necessarily mean agreeing. I try to understand every person who walks through my doors, but whether or not my own beliefs align doesn't factor. This space is about you, after all.

[ A general you, but still... you. Komaeda's a tricky one; he ties his hopes with others' but he sets himself apart at the same time.

The counselor leans back a little more, looking at Komaeda closely. ]

The hope they're striving for... what do you see it as, currently? Saving everybody in this school, regardless of whether they deserve it? Or is it graduation... or merely survival? For some, it seems that's all the hope they have.

( if he could place a hand to his chest, he would, because there's something about a "you," that doesn't sit right with him. it's about the love he has for hope, how much he'd do anything for it — his dreams, his wants, things like that doesn't matter when he has to focus on the others that need his assistance. he's not even a person, he's trash they can get rid of at any time, there's no amount of worth to his life. good luck, bad luck, a mediocre, that's all he has, nothing meaningful to the world of hope like the symbols around him. )

...At the start, they seemed confused, it was pathetic, and I couldn't exist seeing them that way.

( lost and confused, not sure of what to do, not even trusting one another — people didn't even speak, but crossed paths all because they were worried about who brought them here, and also some who were adjusting, accepting this position. )

To allow their hope to settle is... a disgusting thing to see, especially when it should radiate around them, and light a path for those who need it. Do you know what hope is... it's absolute good, it's where dreams ( it could be the position rokkun is in of how much he dreams for graduation, strives for that ), a boundless justice ( maybe it's like saihara's search for the truth ), and bliss ( perhaps the state of stephanie's world where the worst thing that happens is an argument... who knows, ymmv. ) all come together, but that sounds like the stuff of fantasies...

( but he doesn't expect the counselor to understand, a few people tend to have trouble, but this is where he has complete faith in some of the ultimates... some. )

I'll help them achieve that hope through any means, but when you list out such simple ones, it sounds... boring, because once they achieve it... that's that. The thing about hope is that it's forever, and doesn't just end... graduation's a one time thing, but influence of hope is meant for everyone to bask in.

( ... ) Can I get up now.

I've been watching them. It would have been a boring school year if they haven't come together in such a way... I'm grateful for what transpired as well.

[ Simple, Komaeda calls those hopes, but when they're impossible to achieve? it might as well be forever. Either way, the counselor pops another rice cracker in his mouth, crunching on it as he lifts his feet off the arms of the chair so he can sit cross legged on the desk instead, causing the chair to spin slightly and with that little bit of movement Komaeda will find that he's able to move and get up. ]

What of the little hopes? Once achieved, another blossoms in its place. Survival. Graduation. Saving everybody in the process. Hope may not be universal, but it is eternal.

You agree that what happened helped them, they've really graduated from what they used to be... If you say that to anyone else, they'll start to worry where your intentions are. Sadly, they don't understand people die every day...

( her death wasn't even a death, let's call it a sacrifice to build up everyone. )

Some deaths were uneeded from how selfish it was, but... I believe in them to overcome. ( he moves, and komaeda can move, and he sighs as he finally stands up to stretch. ) What are you...? This school has unusual oddities, and you must be one of the many mysteries.

( he's not answering because he has his own questions, but don't worry, it's hope, and komaeda always comes back to that. the little hopes... )

[ The little hopes are his favorites; the large ones never get realized, after all, so he takes what he can get, especially when what he gets is what people bring in with them through these doors. ]

What am I? I am the counselor.

[ That's all he has to say about that. If figuring out what he is is something that drives people, who is he to spoil the answer? ]

What if I don't see you as a counselor, so let's take that away, shall we?

( normal counselors don't do what he did, to be honest, and it's not like komaeda is living right now to find out what he truly is. he's only here for hope, and hope alone. )

You're more than that, "the counselor," if I can accept myself as a stepping stone, then you can do the same.

( a piece of the world that others walk over to further their path, something like that. )

Being a stepping stone is inherent in the nature of a counselor. A mirror, a light... I am meant to be used, for as much and how long as the other person wishes to use me.

[ He likes to think of himself like... a garden path. A series of stepping stones. ]

You have never spoken to another counselor, have you?

So what... does that make me a counselor too? I think such a title is too... professional for trash like me.

( a garden path is actually pretty, especially with the surroundings, and how each step leads a person into a beautiful location filled with all sorts of flowers, tended to beautifully. )

Hmmm... I'm used to being suspended for an unforeseeable amount of time, like when I bombed the last school I attended.

( so a counselor to him is just... not really a thing he needs, well, his parents never told him he needed to see one. ) You're not *just* a counselor... you knew the moment that girl sacrificed herself, and you've been biding your time for me to appear... that's not a trait they usually have.

No, being a counselor requires understanding.

[ Komaeda doesn't even try, so... no... That professional title will have to remain with the counselor. ]

Have you spoken to other counselors? Perhaps omniscience is a trait counselors do usually have, and you were unaware.

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