[semi-open] second truth bullet: hinata's memory

[futurebullets]

Who: Hajime Hinata and YOU
What: A catch-all log for Hinata throughout the month! Closed things will added by request, open things for stuff outside of event top-levels
Where: Various
When: Mostly June, at least one or two things backdated to late May
Warnings: SPOILERS for chapter 4 of Super Dangan Ronpa 2, after the Final Dead Room Discussion



Notes: Hinata will be undergoing a canon update that will have taken place on the 4th! He will be approaching things considerably more depressed and/or apathetic after this takes place, so you're welcome to tag him between the 1st and 3rd if you'd rather have normal Hinata! However, the threads that take place after the canon update are very important. It's something I've detailed more on plurk, but essentially there's something of a "game" that I have going. Hinata now has a "trust" level that's been reset to 0 - if his points are positive enough, he will be updated to either chapter 5 or the end of the game, and if his points fall too far, he will be "reverted" to one of two earlier canon points (chapter 1 or pre-game) and lose all of his Yogen memories. Close CR has more weight at first, but anyone has the power to affect him, so feel free to take a shot at raising or lowering those points!

If you have any questions or would like to plot things, feel free to reach me at Yamadori! (You're also welcome to write starters for me as well, just give me a heads up first!)

Comments

4/4 - and with this tag I've waited to send you since the day I apped... good luck, Komaeda

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You son of a bitch.

[His voice is shattered and shaking, raw with everything that once was and may never be again. The dam is burst, resentment and anger pouring out in equal turn, scorn of a heart cut open and left to lie bleeding.

If Komaeda hasn't woken up in the midst of this crisis, he will by this point - because Hinata will push him flat onto his back, shoving his shoulder down hard, rougher with him than he's ever been in the whole time they've known each other.]

Did you have fun, making jokes about marriage and playing house with the trash that you hate? Did you get a good laugh out of making me blush and fooling me into thinking I was someone that mattered to you?

[Hinata gets ticked off at people, but rarely does that leak into actual hatred. And yet, the flames of anger that are fanned in his voice, climbing with every word, sound as close to hate as Hinata has ever been in his life.

He wants to hate him.

He's trying so hard to hate him.

But it's so difficult, when he can still remember the sensation of how his heart raced.

In the next moment, something shifts - he smiles, but there is nothing but a shell of Hinata Hajime in it, a silhouette of the boy that smiled in the sunlight. The tears that have been there for the last few minutes finally roll freely down his face.]

Or... has this been your twisted sense of pity all this time? Telling me I was talentless over and over again, but the one who didn't want to hear-

[A sob chokes his words for a moment, but he swallows it down.]

...It was me. It was always my fault, not wanting to remember. Maybe something inside of me always knew... that empty space in my head was nothing that could be filled at all. And I refuted it, even when the person that hates me most... tried to save me one last time.

Re: 4/4 - and with this tag I've waited to send you since the day I apped... good luck, Komaeda

[commences]

I'm going back to sleep this aint right

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LEFT THIS HERE AND THEN MADE ME PUT MINE BACK

[aleajactaest]

Hey, can you hear me?

[commences]

i hate you sm ur the reason why this is happening to me i wish youd die young me

[aleajactaest]

i already did

take better care of your wife next time

[commences]

we are single dads

[aleajactaest]

don't you know better? trash like you shouldn't be imposing your own narrative on other people

[commences]

i really don't have to take this from trash like yourself you literally mean nothing to me

[aleajactaest]

you mean nothing to me either, so we seem to be at an impasse

[commences]

*pulls out gun*

say your last prayers, scum

[zanka]

*pulls out his own gun* you first

[commences]

WHY DO U HAVE TWO JOURNALS FOR HIM I CANT STAND THIS

ok but youre right me first

[aleajactaest]

because I love him :)

don't let the recoil hit you on the way out!

cw: suicide

[commences]

( a rhetorical question, but simple questions deserve simple answers — of course, komaeda does this for fun, and there are other reasons he does it, but not like hinata remembers any of that. as long as his eyes are two solid colors, that means that time is distant, and komaeda isn't aware of how long it'll take — maybe sixteen years and then some? after his death within the simulation, his whole life played on repeat, from start to his suicidal finish to be freed from that husk of an ordinary life. while hinata isn't that person he knew then, shouldn't he take advantage of the youth to grow them properly into who they should be — then again, that person never needed him to become the important person that they were when he woke up. the first name of choice was kamukura izuru, but komaeda managed to check himself, reign himself in, and call out the name of the man he met within the situation.

hinata hajime.

that's what he dreams about anyway, the days of his "youth" fixed within that place made of data and memories — the location being the beach where they first met, and komaeda who was naive to the truth. at that point in time he knew nothing about him, only that he was an ultimate like everyone else there — he lacked memory, but komaeda too loses those as time goes on. maybe that's why he was so acceptant of it... that's not what's important thought. it's the sound of the waves crashing against the sand and rocks, the flap of the palm tree's leaves nearby, and his fingers pressing against the heat of the sand as he builds a castle — kneading soft and slow (which in reality is just komaeda's fingers idly pressing against hinata's back or stomach, whichever position he's in).

he's alone at first, that's until he blinks, and he's no longer alone, and there's hinata talking to him like komaeda has done no wrong — as if they never lost any semblance of understanding around the first death. this could be from the text leftover on the pda that builds komaeda's dreams — as the last things he said: "living with somebody that wants you always by their side, who wants to hold you close and never let you go. someone that looks at you like you matter, and cares about you with all their heart." what are those like? maybe it's an experience he's trying to create because he can't have it in reality. if hinata knew who he was, how important his person had became in the future, and how willing komaeda was to be by him... is that still the same thing? his fingers sink even deeper into the sand, messing up the structure as it falls apart, and if he dares look up... what sort of expression will hinata wear?

he's not afraid of looking, instead, something stops him, the waves crash heavier now like a storm, and the wind picks up violently... that's on him, he thinks, because of his bad luck. so when he finally decides to lift his head to tell hinata he should go, he's no longer there. komaeda has plenty of dreams like this, it's just a constant reminder that it'll always be him, alone, and he accepts that. it's when everything goes black that it kind of hurts, there's a sharp pain against his head, his body aches — even the sharp pain that runs through his arm. how long did it take for komaeda to fall asleep is the question, he stayed up most of the night watching over the other, and when he finally did decide to rest... something unfortunate as being forced to wake up would happen to him.

there's sound, nothing he can really make out, but quickly his eyes open to what seems to be... hinata? his brain takes a bit to connect to what's going on — his voice sounds off, not as tsunderely distant as per normal, but filled with anger, irritation, sadness... he grits his teeth, trying to accept what's going on, listening, wondering why hinata's even going this far — )

Wh —

( it's a whirlwind of emotions coming from him, and it's worst compared to komaeda's whose own brain can never stay on course in terms of his personality and feelings. it sounds like he's learn something, there's key words he picked out of hinata's rant — the trash he hates, the talentless — those aren't wrong, those who lack talent have a very weak hope, komaeda stands by this even now. a world without hope is meaningless, that means if the talentless have to sacrifice themselves for that hope, then it's fine — that's what they're used for, so it's not like lacking a talent is all that bad. not as bad as hinata makes it out to be. )

...?

( it's hard to understand what's happening, one minute you're laying with someone, and then the next they're in their feelings for some odd reason. )

Make up your mind... who do you want to blame?

( does he want to blame komaeda, or does he want to blame himself? whatever has gotten into hinata, komaeda should figure out what's with the sudden change. how he came to the idea of lacking talent — no, how did he learn... komaeda doesn't recall him leaving at all, but guess that's an easy tell him holding onto him. did he mumble something pass his lips to spill that hidden fact — perhaps nanami, but that doesn't seem in her character, even though they know... there's tanaka, but...

he doesn't care about playing this safe, but he's not going to indulge until he properly gets the full picture. though, komaeda appears to be in pain himself with the male's hand against his shoulder pushing, reminding him about his bad arm that the ultimate tries to prop himself up with — he stares though, a little annoyed, confused, but his eyes fall on the other's tears as they stain his cheeks. )

...

[futurebullets]

[The smile drops from his face, replaced with a flat stare, tears still falling from his eyes. Hinata doesn't make any move to wipe them away.]

There's enough blame to go around for both of us, isn't there?

[His gaze sharpens, ever so slightly.]

I wonder, who do you think is more at fault, Komaeda? The lying Ultimate Luck that weaved pretty words together? Or the worthless Reserve Course student who couldn't open his ears?

[His voice starts to tremble at the very end, fingers digging in just a little bit harder.]

[commences]

At fault? You're asking me that...?

( another rhetorical question, this time stupider than the last — calling him a liar, tarnishing his name in the sane tone as speaking "reserve course," even thinking there's something comparable between the two. there's nothing in what hinata says that makes sense, there's too much of a gap between everything he knows that causes himself some distance from this — though, the pain that comes from hinata digging his fingers deeper, and deeper is welcomed. his fingers curl against the surface of the floor, nails scratching as the brunette continues — )

When did I ever lie...

( if this is matters about his reserve course, then, komaeda has called him talentless without batting an eye. has he forgotten, or was he too wrapped up in his own idea of saving komaeda that he wasn't listening? whose fault is this, actually. )

You're distraught over the wrong things, listening to what I say... That was your choice, not mine.

( the words that caught him off guard, the words he believed that were lies, did komaeda ever tell hinata to humor him — he had plenty of chances to ignore him. it didn't seem to bother him before, it's in his character to act playfully despite hinata's spiny personality, it's to help him live a little. sure, as the ultimate luck, he has his reservations about the people below him, but despite the disgusting make-up of his body now doesn't mean he won't become what he truly is, right? he just has to wait it out, but it does appear to see komaeda is a little disappointed from this interaction. )

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[His heart throbs, aching in his chest. Mind racing, ire trickles through him like a syrupy poison.

And he won't even own up to it in the end.

That's alright.]

Still shirking it off on me, huh? I should have expected as much.

[It's alright, because he'll make him see it.]

I'll make it clear to you, then.

[I'll force the truth before your eyes... until you can't look away, Komaeda!]

Telling me you're thinking about me. Those soft smiles you'd wear around me sometimes. The way you'd hold onto me like you don't want to let go. And the way you talked, as if I meant anything to you... All of that paints a picture of someone who cares, even just a little bit.

[They're things that would make Hinata blush to say out loud, if it were any other day. If he hadn't woken up like the world was ending.]

And yet, I remember the Final Dead Room now.

[He shouldn't need to elaborate on it anymore than that. Being talked down to, looked at like he's less than nothing, the gaze and words that cut through him like he doesn't deserve to even be alive.]

So tell me, Komaeda, which one is real? Are you going to tell me I'm having another hallucination on the floor? What's really the truth?

[Tell me it isn't real, he begs in his mind, the last fragile beats of his bleeding heart, that what he saw in his head wasn't enough to kill off.

His Komaeda doesn't lie.

Tell me you care.

Tell me I have a talent.

Tell me I'm worth something to you.]

[commences]

For someone who grips at straws... wanting to know about their past... you're quick to throw it all away because of what you learned... But the world changes just like that... like a watercolor painting caught in the rain.

( komaeda has always cared about the hope inside of him, it's true, even after the reveal of learning he was nothing but a dirty reserve course, komaeda still cared. all throughout his downfall, his mind crumbling from the fact all the ultimates were entities of despair, he wanted to kill them all. it was a feeling that rested deep in his heart, if he was able to get rid of them, then the world will thank him — they'd respect him. as for the reserve course, he hardly cared what became of him, maybe that's why at the time he believed that hinata couldn't have played a part in the traitor or being despair, what can someone normal do. those were komaeda's feelings a long time ago, well, what he tries to tell himself — but as long as he's been here, that feeling was nothing more than two months prior. it's still recent, but he doesn't think much of it now until hinata brings it up with such anger, such irritation that... )

I'm thinking about you now.

( it comes out straight-forward despite being tired, the difference between his mind and his heart says various things — komaeda's too affixed on hope, hinata doesn't know, but that's what he'll be in the long run if things go correctly... komaeda guesses. that's why komaeda's capable of loving him despite hating what he is now — it's not that he hates the reserve course, it was just that having his views forcibly taken away from him by tampering with his memories irritated him more than anything. he knows now, he's aware, having accepted his feelings for hinata, having accepted that he found some sort of affection that he could give him despite him being (reserve course) what he hardly thinks about. )

I'm thinking about... how you need to grow up.

( again, a statement that he's given hinata before, he's too young to understand how much influence he has, and once he grows up — all his worries will go away. he'll understand what he's capable of, he'll see that he means a lot to them and others, and while komaeda could tell him everything right here, and right now. how the other saved him, how he's the same person as kamukura izuru, that in the end he is ultimate hope, someone who harbors every talent — it seems to easy. handing it off to him like that, and to become the person that he did, he has to work for it. )

Right now you're talentless, you're acting like a worthless human being — grow up.

( he got through everything after komaeda said what he said, right? that's why he became the person he showed affection for... right? pain, suffering, that sort of despair will sink into his veins, that's until hinata manages to pluck them out from beneath his skin with his own efforts. because he did it before, he can do it again. he won't let his hope falter over something like this, remembering, but ignoring what's already been given that he made before. )

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[It's the wrong thing to say.

Or at least... the wrong way to say it.

I'm so stupid.

Hinata's feels the exact moment in time that his heart freezes over. The tiles that place around it, walls building up so that he can be hurt no longer.

Thinking that wasn't the truth... Entertaining the thought he could ever care... I'm so stupid.]

Fuck you.

[It's quiet, delivered flatly and icily. Finally, Hinata releases Komaeda's shoulder as he sits back, fingers trailing along his arm after releasing the hold as if there could possibly still be something buried deep down that doesn't want to let him go.]

I see now... how mistaken I was, thinking that you ever cared about me. [He lifts his head again, and Hinata's eyes are venom.] So sorry, Main Course-san, for being such an inconvenience to you with my worthless feelings.

[The -san is a slap as much as any of the other words are. Komaeda knows he doesn't use honorifics.]

I'll make sure to stay out of your way, so you can find a nice, grown up person full of talent to waste your Goddamn time on.

[His head is so clouded with pain, Hinata can't see the clue that could unravel everything. Once again, as always with Komaeda, missing the one hint that would make everything make sense.

He cannot get through this after what Komaeda's said. Not this time. Not after what was shown to him, and what he showed in return.

The person Komaeda Nagito is seeking cannot appear like this.]

[commences]

Ah, I'm pretty sure you hate me too much to do that... use another threat!

( the faint brush of hinata's fingers sends a shiver down his spine from the still healing wound in his right arm, and he welcomes it because who is komaeda if not a glutton for pain. what's unfamiliar is the way he's straddled by him, confined by his legs that's probably to prevent him from getting up — is this how he wants to search for answers? to be as close as possible? it was a mistake on his behalf, thinking that this would do anything for them, anything for him — it just hurts hinata more, and he probably doesn't understand that.

he wouldn't say his feelings are worthless, there's a lot komaeda wouldn't say, but it's hinata who chooses to fester in his own negative emotions. it'll help him, he knows, this is nothing more than a stepping stone to pull himself together. while komaeda knows the half truth, not the whole of how hinata became who he was then, he knows enough to wipe away his worries, to calm him down. he could admit that he has a talent, he could admit that he cares about him, he could admit a lot, but that's not komaeda's role — he's held his hand by not making hinata commit to him.

things like he won't let komaeda die, things like wanting komaeda by his side... komaeda never agreed to any of it, it was probably the right choice seeing that hinata is throwing everything away over lacking talent at the moment. wouldn't it be too easy to tell him everything, things he should find out himself? unlike nanami, nothing is stopping him, telling hinata the truth as he sees it, things like how in a world that lacked hope, and talent wasn't everything... how hinata didn't exist, because he has both those things. yet, it's a disgusting thought that makes him shudder, and it's not a conversation he wants to have. )

The way you think, how you're acting... it's all misplaced, and it's annoying me. You'll annoy everyone else too by being reckless, Hinata-kun.

[futurebullets]

Keep that up, and everyone else will hate you too much for that, too.

[Hinata feels a wave of utter exhaustion roll over him as he finally gets off of Komaeda, sitting on the floor because he's too weary to stand just yet, even though he'd love to just leave right away. The boy that was more well-rested than he'd ever been in his life feels miles and miles away. There's nothing but quiet anger and pain left in him, too battered to put up much of a fight now.]

It's fine, though. [Nothing will ever be fine again.] There's not a single person here who needs me... not you or anybody else. So all I have to do is make myself scarce, and nobody will have to deal with me being so "annoying".

[He aches at the thought of it, of being alone when he's finally made so many friends here and even back on Jabberwock. But ultimately, it's better - if he avoids everyone, he won't have to tell anyone what he really is, and nobody will be able to hurt him like Komaeda.]

[commences]

This is unbelievable, are you going to throw a tempter tantrum right here, and right now?

( he questions this with a smile, waiting for hinata to remove himself off komaeda, and once he does will he shift to sit on his legs instead. they feel numb from laying on the floor, and that's because he's more of a person who moves through the crawlspaces. he yawns, using his prosthetic to reach across the width of his shoulders, and his organic arm points to the sky as komaeda goes to pop his back — the front of his shirt lifting a bit, the bottom half of his stomach exposed, and the dip of his pelvis bones visible, you made me come back here and change it. i think komaeda cute. )

Letting me be the reason why you hide away from everyone... you really are weak now, and a pushover.

( another yawn leaves from his mouth, and in the corner of his eye does a tear bead up, but nothing like the ones hinata shed atop of komaeda. instead, these are tired, finally waking himself up from his sleep, and in the sun that shimmer like fragments within the sand, and that's until it too strolls down komaeda's pale cheek. )

It's a shame... I thought you were better than what you're showing me... but it's excuse after excuse, isn't it? ( and once he's finished popping his back, he properly sits so that his shirt falls back into place. he reaches out with his prosthetic hand, cupping the brunette's cheek, and uses his thumb to wipe away the tear stains. ) When you're like this, you really are insufferable.

[futurebullets]

[He grits his teeth, both at the words and Komaeda stretching, the latter of which shouldn't be even remotely distracting after any of this but- it doesn't matter very soon, because then Komaeda's hand is on his face-

A sob explodes out of him before Hinata can bite it back, fresh tears rolling over metal fingers. It feels like he's been punched in the chest. He almost, almost wishes Komaeda had just kept saying terrible things instead of this.

It might've hurt less.

How am I supposed to forget anything... how am I supposed to hate you... if you touch me like that-!]

I'm... not even on top of you anymore, you know... If you hate it so much, the door's right there! Nobody's forcing you to stay!

[Hinata shouldn't have stayed.

He couldn't help it, couldn't help it the same way he's had to scream into his pillow before, not with Komaeda right there- not with the memory of him curled into his back and Hinata curled into him when he woke up, overlaid with the image of Komaeda looking at him like less than dirt.

But he should've left, rather than listen to all these things that tear his heart into even more shreds. Left and ran, to the clocktower staircase or literally anywhere else that has no one around, so he could have the privacy to bawl his eyes out like he hasn't since he was very small.]

I... I get it already, okay? What you think of me... You don't have to keep making it worse, so why-

[Why are you touching me like that, even now?]

[commences]

( it's funny, this being the classroom komaeda started off in, and hinata was the one to stumble upon him. now, hinata's trying to send him out as if he started off here first, that this is his room now. perhaps it is, he's the one who ran out to bring the ultimate luck back when he left. he did attempt that night, but who came after him, who wouldn't leave his side? he's tried so many times to stay out hinata's view, to avoid him, and he's also been cruel, looked down on him because of his lack of talent. what remains the same despite their time discrepancies are that it's hinata who he was happy to see, the hand that he held almost like equals, and the person he was proud of that came to save him. their past has had ups and downs, and he knows nothing like that is the same anymore —

he barely got to indulge in that feeling at the time of being with someone like him, but the way those eyes looked at him then compared to how they look at him now. he thinks the last time he saw these same pair of eyes look at him with warmth and lack of judgement might have been a long time ago — when they were friends on the beach before any of the murders, then after, komaeda's own downfall split them in two. he doesn't regret it, every difficulty is just a push in an ultimate's growth — that's what he thought at the time. right now is the same, these tears being shed, those unfortunate sobs that are heard between them, he doesn't think he's ever seen hinata so... distraught. maybe over little things because he's way too passionate where komaeda goes with the flow and enjoy himself, but he must be hurting.

even though hinata's hurting from the truth or komaeda's touch, he keeps his hand there as he continues to watch him, almost like he's experiment, and then he laughs. not because he finds this hilarious, but because he doesn't know what to think or how to react — why are you crying? )

...

( he's silent as he withdraws his hand, and he looks at the tips of his fingers of what tears fell upon the prosthetic. komaeda can't feel it anymore — those tears, his warmth, with this hand... nothing is the same, it's just a piece that allows him movement and assistance. even when he brushes his fingers together, gliding across one another, and because of his lack of nerves... nothing registers to them. this is supposed to be sentimental, right? yet, it just feels like something he too can cast away without being attached, and maybe that's why he's able to smile after. he knows that he can leave, but there's something that settles in his mind: "is talking about that and running away... all you know how to do anymore ...?" if he left right now, would that be considered running away, he's already been through this once, and now here it is... before him twice. yet, he never really dealt with hinata properly during then... did he?

splitting from the group, leaving to solve their problems because he was disgusted with a reserve course and the despair units he was surrounded around. he left out of his own frustration, but when he's grown, learned, and understands his place not as an ultimate, but a remnant of despair — does hinata know how better it might have been if he was no one at all, if he was just literally some guy, then he wouldn't be in the situation that he's going to be in. sadly, komaeda can never think that way as talent and hope is the end all be all to him. )

You must've forgotten... but this isn't the first time.

( especially when hinata's memories never add up correctly in a new place, he tends to forget the important bits, but he didn't think his memory was that bad. compared to komaeda's, his should be godlike, but here they are, staring one another in the eye though one is filled with pure sadness. why doesn't it hurt komaeda to see him this way, or is he numb to this when he knows the truth, one that he won't admit, but he does sigh like he's had enough. he should have known pushing past those boundaries, trying to be something was a mistake, at least he was smart enough not to accept those red flags hinata showed him over and over again.

being by his side.
being with him.
trusting him.
mistakes, all of it.

but this isn't about komaeda, this is about hinata now, and maybe once he understands that this isn't his end... will he be able to pull himself together. seeing how this is stopping him, how he prevents himself from having anything else because he's unable to have talent or is it... komaeda? well, the first is valid, as for the second, it shouldn't exist. )

It's like Nanami-san said... your existence is special. ( the person stopping themselves for understanding the meaning behind that is hinata hajime, after all. as always. ) You'll understand without me, you've done it before, too.

( getting to his feet, his hands slip into his pocket, shuffling about in thought as he watches the other closely to see his reaction, and he's already aware he can't stay here. there's nothing he can do to lessen the pain, but there's nothing he wants to do to fix that because this is a problem he can only do himself. komaeda has been encouraging enough, he's did everything to push the hope of people here, including hinata's. komaeda's fingers brush against the little trinkets in his pocket, humming softly as he looks off to the side. it's only for a few moments, but he then proceeds to dust himself off before fixing his jacket right after... it's still a mess... komaeda's still a messy dresser without even trying to be so. he lifts a hand, waving it towards hajime with a smile that's far too practiced, and it's the best one he can give to act as if this conversation was a nice one to have. )

...I'll see my way out.

( he hadn't noticed, but his hope's peak ring had slipped out from his pocket, falling to the ground. this was when komaeda was grooming himself, so the item had rolled onto the ground, and then settled right under hinata's leg possibly during their conversation which could have gone amiss to hinata as well.

oh well, as he sees no reason to stay, he turns his back to the youth as he walks towards the door, and once he stops at the threshold. )

Reality is... such an unforgiving nightmare, but as long as we have hope guiding us, it doesn't matter. Remember to keep walking, Hinata-kun. Goodbye.

( and he's GONE! )

[futurebullets]

[Like that first night Hinata was aware, so long ago, he doesn't look at Komaeda as he leaves. Is quiet the whole time as he doesn't lift his head, all of the fight finally draining out of him.]

How am I supposed to understand... How am I supposed to keep walking...

[One more tear makes a slow trek down the side of his face.]

...if you're not there?

[He wishes he could hate Komaeda Nagito.

He's silent but listless in that time, unaware of the door opening and closing as he stares at nothing, but it isn't long after that Hinata starts to move, starts sit up because God if he stays in this room any longer he really will lose his mind-

His hand presses against something hard on the ground, small and circular.]

...Huh?

[His palm lifts away... and there's a certain ring winking up at him.

The ring he gave Komaeda, again, back where it had belonged.

Hinata's brain screeches to a halt.

"If it's so despairing, then face it head on!"

He cannot face this.

"If I don't have hope, then tell me about it as you always have!"

The person that should be telling him... can do that no longer.

"If I don't understand, try to reach me until the very end!"

No one there to help him figure any of this out. No one there to reach out their hand.

"If I want to die, then give me a reason to live!"

But what should he do... if that sunny brightness in his chest, that precious feeling he wanted to live with forever, has been doused?

There's nothing else left to do... but Break.

Hinata bends nearly in half and wails, loud enough to be heard out in the halls.]