You brought it back up. Does what I say still hurt you, Hinata-kun?
( it's not like it matters because komaeda's unable to keep anyone around him, he can say these nasty little things to hinata and it doesn't matter. he knows that the other is.. different now, he's learned that so many times and while hinata has something special about him, even if komaeda didn't learn of it.. he can't stop himself from caring. despite all the negativity that rests in his heart, there's this difficulty to remove hinata from it — is it because komaeda loves his hope that much? if he could have it his way, he would.. let him go, but his wants overweight his needs, and there's something about needing to stay attached to him that sticks out.
if he lets him go, he might not see him again? but why does that matter? because, even in those weird images that surface in his mind.. when his eyes finally closed. he didn't see him at all, he believes. a disgusting contrast to where on the beach when hinata's eyes first opened, his gaze fell upon komaeda, but even the ultimate couldn't do that in turn. it's fair, that's all. nothing more and nothing less, he'd be returning the favor. hell, could he count when he finally opened his eyes to reality as an exchange to that.. )
When you say that...
( it's hard to express how he feels about that — the fact that they're both here, but it seems like the other won't give him the time of day. when komaeda awoke from that pod, it almost felt like the other was willing in a way, but komaeda doesn't know why he thinks of that at a time like this. he doesn't know why he raises his mechanical hand that whirrs softly and stares into the palm. the same hand (despite it junkoless) being the appendage that grabbed onto the hinata's own in simple understanding. )
It sounds like you want me to disappear.
( to say something like that while hinata's already weak, but even komaeda doesn't know what thoughts go through his mind. hell, even his own thoughts make no sense when he thinks about it. those school memories of a past life — those mean nothing to him, and even now, when a faint image comes into his mind of someone living without him. he thinks, they can do that here too. with that, he slowly releases the male's wrist. )
Would that make you happy?
( komaeda may have said he couldn't exist in a world without talent to make someone happy, but he can do something like this. it doesn't bother him besides, everyone dies around him eventually. )
youre sick and twisted for this actually
( it's not like it matters because komaeda's unable to keep anyone around him, he can say these nasty little things to hinata and it doesn't matter. he knows that the other is.. different now, he's learned that so many times and while hinata has something special about him, even if komaeda didn't learn of it.. he can't stop himself from caring. despite all the negativity that rests in his heart, there's this difficulty to remove hinata from it — is it because komaeda loves his hope that much? if he could have it his way, he would.. let him go, but his wants overweight his needs, and there's something about needing to stay attached to him that sticks out.
if he lets him go, he might not see him again? but why does that matter? because, even in those weird images that surface in his mind.. when his eyes finally closed. he didn't see him at all, he believes. a disgusting contrast to where on the beach when hinata's eyes first opened, his gaze fell upon komaeda, but even the ultimate couldn't do that in turn. it's fair, that's all. nothing more and nothing less, he'd be returning the favor. hell, could he count when he finally opened his eyes to reality as an exchange to that.. )
When you say that...
( it's hard to express how he feels about that — the fact that they're both here, but it seems like the other won't give him the time of day. when komaeda awoke from that pod, it almost felt like the other was willing in a way, but komaeda doesn't know why he thinks of that at a time like this. he doesn't know why he raises his mechanical hand that whirrs softly and stares into the palm. the same hand (despite it junkoless) being the appendage that grabbed onto the hinata's own in simple understanding. )
It sounds like you want me to disappear.
( to say something like that while hinata's already weak, but even komaeda doesn't know what thoughts go through his mind. hell, even his own thoughts make no sense when he thinks about it. those school memories of a past life — those mean nothing to him, and even now, when a faint image comes into his mind of someone living without him. he thinks, they can do that here too. with that, he slowly releases the male's wrist. )
Would that make you happy?
( komaeda may have said he couldn't exist in a world without talent to make someone happy, but he can do something like this. it doesn't bother him besides, everyone dies around him eventually. )