[It's an discomfiting vindication, assessing someone already knowing correctly, sometimes. Komaeda's not an idiot, and he has to be careful.
The dust brushed off... he's his usual stiff and still. He'd be languid, unconcerned if he could, because he knows it's about the power of it, but his body can't help but brace itself.
Komaeda's killed, and it was here and he's proud of it. What does he feel, in this darkness, the kind of darkness that part of him says 'safe' to and the rest of him yells at louder because Komaeda is right there, holding him, no room to move? Contempt and disgust... fear. Hard to say if it's familiar because it's all so familiar.]
Ahaha... Sorryyy, I don't think it'll be that easy.
[There's a drawn out lilt to his voice that's a little new. Like a counterweight... the fear presses down and that sickly sweet silk of a defense rises back up like an old friend, and it's pressing down hard. In the dark, he sounds like he's enjoying himself, because that sort of person does, don't they? Komaeda sure is.]
A nice try, though. But memories don't come back just like that.
[He should know. ...how does he know. Why is he so confident about this?]
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The dust brushed off... he's his usual stiff and still. He'd be languid, unconcerned if he could, because he knows it's about the power of it, but his body can't help but brace itself.
Komaeda's killed, and it was here and he's proud of it. What does he feel, in this darkness, the kind of darkness that part of him says 'safe' to and the rest of him yells at louder because Komaeda is right there, holding him, no room to move? Contempt and disgust... fear. Hard to say if it's familiar because it's all so familiar.]
Ahaha... Sorryyy, I don't think it'll be that easy.
[There's a drawn out lilt to his voice that's a little new. Like a counterweight... the fear presses down and that sickly sweet silk of a defense rises back up like an old friend, and it's pressing down hard. In the dark, he sounds like he's enjoying himself, because that sort of person does, don't they? Komaeda sure is.]
A nice try, though. But memories don't come back just like that.
[He should know. ...how does he know. Why is he so confident about this?]