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[adsum]

That's why I'm here, to see my students be the most that they can, for them to grasp their hopes and dreams with their own two hands. And if my part is to simply house one person or another...

[ He could. The company wouldn't be anything he'd complain about, definitely. The problem is that "no one can come in here" ]

My office is but a room. I have no closets, no filing cabinets. Stephanie may fit under my desk but not in its drawers; there will undoubtedly be people who are invited in here in the future. Will you prevent them?

[commences]

( with their own two hands, but here is counselor saying stephanie can't even do that by herself without komaeda. she's a strong one, he's watched over her, and has mentally praised how far she came. out of all the people that's terrified of dealing with komaeda, he doesn't think stephanie was that afraid of him. )

Prevent them... are you asking me to keep you all to myself...

( please... he's an insane man, he can't keep doing this. )

I can't do that... you have to be here to be her company if anything happens.

( he's smiling like nothing he said was weird, but let's get back on track. ) You understand we're trapped inside this school... sort of?

[adsum]

[ Her two hands can take somebody else's hands okay ]

She has plenty of other company, from what I've seen. [ please, she doesn't need to be hanging out with weirdos and murders ] But yes, I understand. ...sort of.

[commences]

( not enough blood has been on komaeda's hands, huh... )

But that company are people who won't stand by a dead body unlike you, so I have no worries on that front...

( looks at natsume, looks at hiro, looks at everyone else stephanie hangs out with. bro she killed like 500 people in her app, she's the mastermind! )

...I'd give her a fancy death, a very hopeful one, maybe one that's like a locked room... do you know how to do the barrier, you do own this place ( room ), after all.

[adsum]

My room's barrier is called a door. And I'm going to have to request for you not to murder anybody in here. It would only invite people to come snooping.

[ He could keep his door shut and nobody would be able to get in, but he's watched you guys, you're all insane, there's going to be somebody standing at his door knocking 24/7 without pause and then another two out there constructing some sort of bomb to blow apart his door just so they can play detective. ]

[commences]

Does something happen if a person happens to die in here? I could kill myself right now...

( yeah, now he's thinking about it, it's an idea that sounds pretty good to test, but who will be here to see the results outside the counselor? no one. so it's enough to keep komaeda from attempting. )

What interesting methods of choice do you have... People already fell through windows, others have already had their heads bashed in... ah, there was choking too, pushing...

( what's a perfect death for stephanie if counselor won't help with a locked room murder!! he just wanted a barrier to put her behind... maybe he knew some magic, or something. )

[adsum]

You could try and find out.

[ Or not, since he wouldn't be around to see, and also because the counselor shouldn't be encouraging that sort of thing. Nor this sort of thing. ]

I'm partial to good old fashioned stabbing myself... Something hands on. Holding a person's life in your hands, and watching it fade.

[commences]

Hm, doing the same thing becomes rather boring, and repetitive... besides, our last stepping stone was hands on.

( despite he was holding onto a hammer, it's the same thing. talking about stabbing, though. )

You took the only thing I could use to stab, and that would be easy to keep on hand, unless... you have something else in mind for me to use.

[adsum]

[ There are sooooo many things out here that can be used to stab, the counselor isn't buying that Komaeda isn't creative enough to think of something else besides the switchblade. ]

Nope, not at all. It will have to be a task you carry out on your own. It won't mean as much, with too much help from me.

[commences]

( it was symbolic because hiro stabbed someone with it, and if that was the same blade to use on stephanie... sighs! )

...

( this is where komaeda would say he's right, helping someone too much is the sort of thing he hates anyway. he'd make a reply, but he's too busy acting depressed to make a comment on it. )

...sigh.

( come on... )

[adsum]

[ ...sigh... ]

You look tired. Why don't you go get some rest?

[commences]

( wait he's right, so here goes komaeda crawling back onto the desk, and he's going to lay his head in counselor's lap to look up at him. he did tell him to get some rest...

crossing his legs, he stares first before placing his arms over his stomach. )

How many tallies do you have?

[adsum]

[ The counselor starts stacking crackers on Komaeda's forehead. If he insists on staying here, don't move. ]

None anymore.

[commences]

How did you get rid of them... do you remember?

( it's fine, he's lucky, so he can probably stay still... like a corpse, he's dying anyway. let him close his eyes... )

[adsum]

I do.

[ It's a good thing Komaeda closes his eyes, because the next thing he feels is a cracker falling onto his eyelid and sliding down his cheek. ...The counselor picks it back up and sets it on top of the stack. He's trying to flick the crackers into Komaeda's mouth when Komaeda opens his mouth to talk, and a little trial and error is needed. ]

Why would you want to get rid of them?

[commences]

( bro what is counselor's problem, literally he's on crack(ers), but you know what... komaeda's eyelids twitch every time he's trying to score a goal. had to talk to enh if crackers were like bread, and the fact that komaeda might like them so if counselor misses... that's why. )

To ask me that...

( he's going to reach up to that cracker stacking hand and try to grab counselor's wrist if he's allowed, he wants to touch and see if there's any marks in that area. )

When you apparently no longer have them... do you feel better off, or perhaps you miss them? Those could be feelings I want to understand... is what I'd say if I could mean something like that.

[adsum]

[ Look, sometimes your patient is very bad at talking about themselves and keeps asking you questions and you can't eat and talk at the same time and so you have to occupy yourself in other ways

Crackers are like... small dry crunchy bread, close enough ]

There was a time where you didn't have them, wasn't there? Do you feel better or worse, now?

[commences]

A time where I didn't have them? Hm... You mean before I woke up in this place.

( let's think back — he woke up out of a tube, had his arm removed by tsumiki and hinata, and then he winded up here with fuzzy memories he doesn't even care for. )

Nothing's different, people disliked me then too... and I didn't have one mark to my name or lived by these rules. If I did... I believe I'd have more marks than I already have.

( he pauses, shrugging his shoulders, and he'll part his mouth for a cracker. )

[adsum]

[ The counselor flicks the top cracker off the stack, but it bounces off Komaeda's nose and falls onto his chest. ...He tries again. He'll get it. ]

"Nothing's different," huh... I hope I get to see you again someday, Komaeda. And that when I do, your answer will be different.

[commences]

( he'll open his eyes, looking up at the other from what he said. something about it makes his lips purse into a straight line as he tries to figure out what he's supposed to say. )

Don't worry, I'll visit you every day.

( he's annoying like that, but... )

You can ask me the same question, and I'll give my answer... so for you, what's different?

( when he said nothing was different, that's how he feels on the matter. it's all about hope anyway, he can't think outside of that. )

[adsum]

This is your session, not mine.

[ The counselor doesn't have to talk about shit, thank you. ]

Is there anything else you want to share with me, or shall we end our session here?

[commences]

( come on counselor, drop one hope fragment? just one. )

Nope, I can't think of anything... I'll come and visit when I have something traumatizing to tell you about.

( what did he get out this session? that killing kids is okay, he'll apply that to his daily life maybe. anyway, we can end the thread here, but counselor's lap belongs to him? he's going to take his nap, thank you. :) )

[adsum]

I'll look forward to it.

[ The counselor carries him to the door and sets him down on the ground and lays a single cracker on top of his head and then goes back into his office. ]