I'm not... going anywhere. [ A quiet voice answers him, small, a little bitter, even as they swallow the hard lump in their throat. They're not the one who is fleeting. It's everybody else— everything else— so much has passed through their hands that the numbers in their bank account are no different than the numbers on Komaeda's wrist, nothing more than a counter of what's been lost. So who could blame them for clinging to what they have, holding on to what they can while they can? For them to have this stupid, stupid, idealistic, impossible goal that they covet because it's one thing nobody can ever take from them?
...It was never blame that came out of Komaeda's mouth. He was optimistic, supportive, confident in his actions and his beliefs and, for lack of a better word, a rock for somebody who has nobody else to return to.
That sort of person is admirable. That sort of person...
... ]
You remind me of somebody I lost. Being around you, my hope will never die. I want you. I'm not scared.
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I'm not... going anywhere. [ A quiet voice answers him, small, a little bitter, even as they swallow the hard lump in their throat. They're not the one who is fleeting. It's everybody else— everything else— so much has passed through their hands that the numbers in their bank account are no different than the numbers on Komaeda's wrist, nothing more than a counter of what's been lost. So who could blame them for clinging to what they have, holding on to what they can while they can? For them to have this stupid, stupid, idealistic, impossible goal that they covet because it's one thing nobody can ever take from them?
...It was never blame that came out of Komaeda's mouth. He was optimistic, supportive, confident in his actions and his beliefs and, for lack of a better word, a rock for somebody who has nobody else to return to.
That sort of person is admirable. That sort of person...
... ]
You remind me of somebody I lost. Being around you, my hope will never die. I want you. I'm not scared.