It is... those that lack talent are the majority, and the Ultimates are a small amount.
( that was one of the problems he had with his world, so again, it wasn't perfect, and that's why hope's peak academy stood — to continue helping those that were, and allowing hope to enrich the soil for stronger hope. )
People smiled, people lacked hope, people had hope... sensing hope isn't a talent among many, but I can tell... it comes off as an aura, and most of those where I come from... you had to be special, Hope's Peak Academy chose who entered within its doors, it's not like anyone could just waltz in...
( he laughs, that's how prestigious the school was, and he doesn't know how it works for natsume's own, but at this point, komaeda thinks they aren't as influential as his own school. hope's peak was rooted into the core of the world, is the core, practically kept the world spinning — )
It could, but you, and even your other half mentioned that your school went through a war... it's not unlike what I've seen, and hope won out... if it didn't, there'd be more names on that cenotaph... names that weren't from your school, names of people you would have never known. ( there was a different war waged, that's the type of power hope has over despair, but despair is meaningless because hope will still thrive and destroy it. that's why komaeda loves hope so much, a concept that is purely good, that can remove such a dark energy that tries to...
and it comes to him, a paper that he read, the final words that an unfortunate, talentless soul left, and he's sure she stumbled upon it: )
"It didn't take long before I realized it. I understood when I saw my coworker on the floor with his eyes ripped out. I understood it when I saw my boss with his intestines in his hands. I realized that this is pure insanity. But even though I know this, I still can't convince myself that this is real. In only 1 day. You'd think the world couldn't possibly turn completely on its head. You wouldn't think that the friends you're laughing with one moment could all be dead in another. Whatever happened to the "world" I lived in and the "common sense" I had believed in? Something like this... for kids to go around killing adults...
That sort of thing isn't supposed to happen..."
( he looks over to natsume, his expression almost bored, like he's read this one a thousand times... too many times, and he carries on like he's left it to natsume's imagination. a preview of just a smidgen of what their world went through. )
Amami-kun and Saihara-kun are roughly around the same age, if they attended Hope's Peak Academy in my year, I'd know them... Ouma-kun, Akamatsu-san... but they didn't.
( he pauses, and he leans back against a table as he thinks about natsume's words, mulls over them, it sounds like... monaca, when that child asked komaeda that despite him being part of despair, was he always like that about hope, or was it thanks to big sister junko's influence. that question revisits him a lot, in different forms and phrases, and between different people, and... )
Information regarding those people are private, considering you're asking for more than one because of a video... but if you're interested... you have an idea of what you should do to make me speak.
( komaeda won't say it aloud, but he doesn't look towards the tv either. he hints it though because of the trade off, but the question natsume asked is private... it involves himself, and others, and that's a different sort of hell to sort through. )
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( that was one of the problems he had with his world, so again, it wasn't perfect, and that's why hope's peak academy stood — to continue helping those that were, and allowing hope to enrich the soil for stronger hope. )
People smiled, people lacked hope, people had hope... sensing hope isn't a talent among many, but I can tell... it comes off as an aura, and most of those where I come from... you had to be special, Hope's Peak Academy chose who entered within its doors, it's not like anyone could just waltz in...
( he laughs, that's how prestigious the school was, and he doesn't know how it works for natsume's own, but at this point, komaeda thinks they aren't as influential as his own school. hope's peak was rooted into the core of the world, is the core, practically kept the world spinning — )
It could, but you, and even your other half mentioned that your school went through a war... it's not unlike what I've seen, and hope won out... if it didn't, there'd be more names on that cenotaph... names that weren't from your school, names of people you would have never known. ( there was a different war waged, that's the type of power hope has over despair, but despair is meaningless because hope will still thrive and destroy it. that's why komaeda loves hope so much, a concept that is purely good, that can remove such a dark energy that tries to...
and it comes to him, a paper that he read, the final words that an unfortunate, talentless soul left, and he's sure she stumbled upon it: )
"It didn't take long before I realized it. I understood when I saw my coworker on the floor with his eyes ripped out. I understood it when I saw my boss with his intestines in his hands. I realized that this is pure insanity. But even though I know this, I still can't convince myself that this is real. In only 1 day. You'd think the world couldn't possibly turn completely on its head. You wouldn't think that the friends you're laughing with one moment could all be dead in another. Whatever happened to the "world" I lived in and the "common sense" I had believed in? Something like this... for kids to go around killing adults...
That sort of thing isn't supposed to happen..."
( he looks over to natsume, his expression almost bored, like he's read this one a thousand times... too many times, and he carries on like he's left it to natsume's imagination. a preview of just a smidgen of what their world went through. )
Amami-kun and Saihara-kun are roughly around the same age, if they attended Hope's Peak Academy in my year, I'd know them... Ouma-kun, Akamatsu-san... but they didn't.
( he pauses, and he leans back against a table as he thinks about natsume's words, mulls over them, it sounds like... monaca, when that child asked komaeda that despite him being part of despair, was he always like that about hope, or was it thanks to big sister junko's influence. that question revisits him a lot, in different forms and phrases, and between different people, and... )
Information regarding those people are private, considering you're asking for more than one because of a video... but if you're interested... you have an idea of what you should do to make me speak.
( komaeda won't say it aloud, but he doesn't look towards the tv either. he hints it though because of the trade off, but the question natsume asked is private... it involves himself, and others, and that's a different sort of hell to sort through. )