[ Did he believe it? It was so long ago, he's not so sure anymore. Surely he wanted to believe it, in anything that would bring him comfort in times of loss, but he thinks it was more... "I don't believe it. But it would be nice if it were true."

The thought is almost enough to distract them from Komaeda reaching up to the elevator ceiling, but an arm in the way is too obvious and Rokkun moves to bring his hand back down, don't do that, no. ]

I'm not going to practice on you, that'd be weird. But if he really were my brother... I'd tell him I'm proud of him. I'd tell him... I did the best I could with what I had. And that I'm sorry for not coming home.

[ That's probably the one regret he has in his death, leaving behind somebody who needed him. ]