[The calm he'd been holding onto shatters, exposing a spiraling world of emotions - envy, fury, admiration, confusion, hope, despair. They're too tightly woven together to even guess at all the emotions present in the sudden storm and just as quickly as it arrives, there's suddenly nothing there.
Just Komaeda's voice is left and even that sounds flat.]
You had better not expect me to just give you the answers. The time you'd have trusted anything I say on my word alone is long over! Let's not insult ourselves by acting like I'm someone you trust.
[The anger is back, giving his frustrated snap a slap to it. He grips his arms and scowls at his boots and wonders why he bothered at all. Oh right, because he doesn't want him to become a pawn. Against him or himself.]
All of it is there, Hinata. We didn't see it. She was despairingly gleeful to exploit that. I suppose, I can give you a little more to work with. Since you are too reluctant to really consider the facts.
[A flicker of memory rises like smoke from a fire, the details show a library but the two tucked away in the corner are like night and day...what's visible of them, anyway. Komaeda Nagito looks as if he hasn't been from the islands long, his hair a tad shorter and his clothes the green coat and shirt he used to wear. The girl across from him is a dark shadow with red, black, and white clothes. The only physical features immediately obvious is her red nails. “But all that changed when the 78th class showed up, though I'm sure I don't need to say why.”
"I don't know why we're going over the facts we both already know. But, for now I'll humor you. That's when the Most Despair Inducing Incident in the History of Mankind happened, didn't it?" Komaeda pauses in the memory, his eyes widening as the air grows thick and heavy with his mounting turmoil. "No. ...that's when you arrived."
He tears at his hair with a frustrated snarl. Hinata is sharp as a sword when he wants to be.]
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Just Komaeda's voice is left and even that sounds flat.]
You had better not expect me to just give you the answers. The time you'd have trusted anything I say on my word alone is long over! Let's not insult ourselves by acting like I'm someone you trust.
[The anger is back, giving his frustrated snap a slap to it. He grips his arms and scowls at his boots and wonders why he bothered at all. Oh right, because he doesn't want him to become a pawn. Against him or himself.]
All of it is there, Hinata. We didn't see it. She was despairingly gleeful to exploit that. I suppose, I can give you a little more to work with. Since you are too reluctant to really consider the facts.
[A flicker of memory rises like smoke from a fire, the details show a library but the two tucked away in the corner are like night and day...what's visible of them, anyway. Komaeda Nagito looks as if he hasn't been from the islands long, his hair a tad shorter and his clothes the green coat and shirt he used to wear. The girl across from him is a dark shadow with red, black, and white clothes. The only physical features immediately obvious is her red nails. “But all that changed when the 78th class showed up, though I'm sure I don't need to say why.”
"I don't know why we're going over the facts we both already know. But, for now I'll humor you. That's when the Most Despair Inducing Incident in the History of Mankind happened, didn't it?" Komaeda pauses in the memory, his eyes widening as the air grows thick and heavy with his mounting turmoil. "No. ...that's when you arrived."
He tears at his hair with a frustrated snarl. Hinata is sharp as a sword when he wants to be.]