...You're right. There's no "us" here. Just you and me and all these people we don't know.
[For better or worse, it's just Hinata and Komaeda. Just like before.
He thinks of Nanami and the rest of their class with an ache in his chest, and all he can do is hope they're okay. He won't consider the alternative.]
I know that's probably not the best for you since I'm such a disappointment and all, and I'm not thrilled about it either. But... right now, it's just you and me.
[It's such a sharp contrast from what he'd been feeling just a short while ago, but the image of Komaeda's fallen form is so sharp in his mind that Hinata feels like he's been doused.
But even that's quickly forgotten - he breathes in sharply when he feels his wrist being grasped, almost biting his lip bloody in his attempt to muffle the sound. He wants to shake Komaeda off. That's the right thing to do, probably. What his head tells him is the right thing to do, to the person that lied about being his friend and toyed with everyone like it was a game.
...Hinata doesn't shake him off.]
I can never worry about just myself. But especially not when you're around.
[He tries to deliver it in the negative way it's intended, sharp and barbed. But he can still feel the sensation of him - in the past? another life? - dropping to his knees at the sight of Komaeda's crumpled form, phantom pain of skinned shins that are perfectly fine as he stands in the present with Komaeda tethered to him.
And even if he couldn't, the memory of Komaeda sick and frail on the third island is enough to guilt his voice into softness. "Why should I have to care about someone like Komaeda?" He hadn't had an answer then. He still doesn't now.]
I can't tell yet let me hurt myself some more first
[For better or worse, it's just Hinata and Komaeda. Just like before.
He thinks of Nanami and the rest of their class with an ache in his chest, and all he can do is hope they're okay. He won't consider the alternative.]
I know that's probably not the best for you since I'm such a disappointment and all, and I'm not thrilled about it either. But... right now, it's just you and me.
[It's such a sharp contrast from what he'd been feeling just a short while ago, but the image of Komaeda's fallen form is so sharp in his mind that Hinata feels like he's been doused.
But even that's quickly forgotten - he breathes in sharply when he feels his wrist being grasped, almost biting his lip bloody in his attempt to muffle the sound. He wants to shake Komaeda off. That's the right thing to do, probably. What his head tells him is the right thing to do, to the person that lied about being his friend and toyed with everyone like it was a game.
...Hinata doesn't shake him off.]
I can never worry about just myself. But especially not when you're around.
[He tries to deliver it in the negative way it's intended, sharp and barbed. But he can still feel the sensation of him - in the past? another life? - dropping to his knees at the sight of Komaeda's crumpled form, phantom pain of skinned shins that are perfectly fine as he stands in the present with Komaeda tethered to him.
And even if he couldn't, the memory of Komaeda sick and frail on the third island is enough to guilt his voice into softness. "Why should I have to care about someone like Komaeda?" He hadn't had an answer then. He still doesn't now.]