[He winces. There's enough senses in him left to admit he deserved that one. Finally laughter comes but it's just as hollow sounding as his voice. Brittle like glass under foot and just as sharp.] Hinata.
[His arms wrap around his body as if he needs the support or to keep himself from falling apart. He doesn't even know which it is anymore.]
This is none of my doing. I don't want you to here. But now, you're stuck here just like I have been for six months.
[It's easy to guess why Hinata's so angry. He has the plan that was enacted sitting in his head. This...is like Mukuro and Junko's situation. He wants none of it. As if the thought prompts an action he walks right on past the other boy, forcing his hands to his sides.]
This is Verens. Where emotions physically manifest and no one knows why we're here. The living, the dead, and the in-between all find their way here.
[It sounds like he's dead with the utter lack of anything but bitterness in his voice as he explains that much.]
I'll give you the clue you're too addled to see. [He doesn't want to do this but right now what he wants isn't going to happen. Hinata won't vanish. Komaeda carelessly points at the fog. To the remaining ice still clinging to the upper parts of the buildings and the flakes of ash.]
All of this is mine. [He drops down, scooping up a handful of gravel.] This is you. I remember this road not being this terrible, that's why I picked it for my walk home.
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[His arms wrap around his body as if he needs the support or to keep himself from falling apart. He doesn't even know which it is anymore.]
This is none of my doing. I don't want you to here. But now, you're stuck here just like I have been for six months.
[It's easy to guess why Hinata's so angry. He has the plan that was enacted sitting in his head. This...is like Mukuro and Junko's situation. He wants none of it. As if the thought prompts an action he walks right on past the other boy, forcing his hands to his sides.]
This is Verens. Where emotions physically manifest and no one knows why we're here. The living, the dead, and the in-between all find their way here.
[It sounds like he's dead with the utter lack of anything but bitterness in his voice as he explains that much.]
I'll give you the clue you're too addled to see. [He doesn't want to do this but right now what he wants isn't going to happen. Hinata won't vanish. Komaeda carelessly points at the fog. To the remaining ice still clinging to the upper parts of the buildings and the flakes of ash.]
All of this is mine. [He drops down, scooping up a handful of gravel.] This is you. I remember this road not being this terrible, that's why I picked it for my walk home.