[Ugh, honestly, this guy. Fine, don't answer his question. Komaeda may know more than he lets on, that or he's just scary intuitive or making lucky guesses to prod at Noah specifically; he makes a mental note to be less transparent in the future. Not that he's transparent now, all things considered.]
No, I don't know them.
[Noah doesn't speak much, to anyone, preferring to keep to himself and stay in his own lane. Most of the other transfer students he knows only in passing, but he wouldn't be surprised if there are some gaps missing — some faces he hasn't seen or names he hasn't heard. The only reason he knows Komaeda's name in the first place is simply because he'd seen the other around, and that's the case for ninety percent of the students here. He's not a friendly person, just one with a very rigid moral structure.
At the end of the day, not knowing students too well makes their losses only a little bit easier to stomach; despite that, there's still the lingering feeling that if he doesn't do something, others will end up in that position. He can only dissociate from the matters at hand so hard, after all.]
Maybe... they might have... [ugh, he can barely get the words out,] been killed before we arrived, encased in the glass to preserve their body, and put out on display recently...
[It's the one suggestion that he can come up with as to why people may not know them, but it doesn't have a solid foundation.]
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No, I don't know them.
[Noah doesn't speak much, to anyone, preferring to keep to himself and stay in his own lane. Most of the other transfer students he knows only in passing, but he wouldn't be surprised if there are some gaps missing — some faces he hasn't seen or names he hasn't heard. The only reason he knows Komaeda's name in the first place is simply because he'd seen the other around, and that's the case for ninety percent of the students here. He's not a friendly person, just one with a very rigid moral structure.
At the end of the day, not knowing students too well makes their losses only a little bit easier to stomach; despite that, there's still the lingering feeling that if he doesn't do something, others will end up in that position. He can only dissociate from the matters at hand so hard, after all.]
Maybe... they might have... [ugh, he can barely get the words out,] been killed before we arrived, encased in the glass to preserve their body, and put out on display recently...
[It's the one suggestion that he can come up with as to why people may not know them, but it doesn't have a solid foundation.]