( love is... a sensitive subject, as someone like komaeda who loves every ultimate in existence, yes, he still does love amami despite those faults, but as he thinks on the tape aside from his talent, to hear saihara's name mentioned, the hopegasming comes to an end. he swallows down the saliva in his throat, the flustered expression dying down as he looks at natsume. )
...Is that what you think?
( komaeda has a nasty behavior, but to think that amami is why saihara is here, killed him to have stronger hope, and then was killed along the way? it's difficult to explain how komaeda feels, love is... such a concept that clouds anyone's eyes depending on how they feel for another. )
I loved Saihara-kun. ( he starts. ) The Ultimate Detective... I felt as if his greatness was covered in the filth of those around him, dampening his light, and he drowned to the bottom like the rest, but you have no business commenting on that. You were part of his ascent to greater heights. I wonder does it hurt you to say that about him, Sakasaki-kun.
( as for amami, however, komaeda leans against the table, and this is where his smile dims itself. amami rantarou, the ultimate survivor, that such of responsibility, that hope is stronger than most. living, succeeding, but it can be written in so many ways — did he kill his way, or was he a coward who stayed in the shadows to survive. )
...I also love Amami-kun, and yet if he has connections to the killing games, that would make him...? No... I don't feel... ( despair... he mumbles, hand to his chin as he turns away from natsume to turn back around, pacing in thought. his heart skips a beat, but there's a part of him that hurts too... he feels a sickness in his stomach, and a small pain in the back of his head; maybe a migraine, maybe he's thinking too much. his smile flashes briefly in his thought, trusting, warm, and now he's seen some truth, some information that he has to hold onto.
there's a part where he's hesitant, unsure about these recent developments because he doesn't know whether to cry in joy, or wonder if something is wrong with his senses. but... did enoshima have a successor? )
no subject
( love is... a sensitive subject, as someone like komaeda who loves every ultimate in existence, yes, he still does love amami despite those faults, but as he thinks on the tape aside from his talent, to hear saihara's name mentioned, the hopegasming comes to an end. he swallows down the saliva in his throat, the flustered expression dying down as he looks at natsume. )
...Is that what you think?
( komaeda has a nasty behavior, but to think that amami is why saihara is here, killed him to have stronger hope, and then was killed along the way? it's difficult to explain how komaeda feels, love is... such a concept that clouds anyone's eyes depending on how they feel for another. )
I loved Saihara-kun. ( he starts. ) The Ultimate Detective... I felt as if his greatness was covered in the filth of those around him, dampening his light, and he drowned to the bottom like the rest, but you have no business commenting on that. You were part of his ascent to greater heights. I wonder does it hurt you to say that about him, Sakasaki-kun.
( as for amami, however, komaeda leans against the table, and this is where his smile dims itself. amami rantarou, the ultimate survivor, that such of responsibility, that hope is stronger than most. living, succeeding, but it can be written in so many ways — did he kill his way, or was he a coward who stayed in the shadows to survive. )
...I also love Amami-kun, and yet if he has connections to the killing games, that would make him...? No... I don't feel... ( despair... he mumbles, hand to his chin as he turns away from natsume to turn back around, pacing in thought. his heart skips a beat, but there's a part of him that hurts too... he feels a sickness in his stomach, and a small pain in the back of his head; maybe a migraine, maybe he's thinking too much. his smile flashes briefly in his thought, trusting, warm, and now he's seen some truth, some information that he has to hold onto.
there's a part where he's hesitant, unsure about these recent developments because he doesn't know whether to cry in joy, or wonder if something is wrong with his senses. but... did enoshima have a successor? )
...If you kill the Mastermind, you win the game.