Even if it's coming from you... Why the hell wouldn't it hurt? [His teeth grind as he grimaces, still facing away.] That's why you said it, right?

[Because that's all they seem able to do anymore, is hurt each other.

Hinata doesn't even realize that the shaking had stopped until Komaeda releases his hand, and it starts again. He hadn't expected his hand to feel so cold, either.]

...But I don't want you to disappear. [He smiles, then, but there's no joy in it.] Maybe I should. Maybe it's messed up that I don't. Especially after everything you've done.

[These are things they've never talked about, not even during their breaks in the midst of the Killing Game. Things that Hinata has never tried to confront, because his anger with Komaeda overwhelmed everything else. The things that made him happy, that made him sad, that made him feel guilty, that made him feel betrayed - because it was easier to face the fresh, ongoing fury, than to face the hurt that felt deeper with each passing day.

It's always been easier to hope that he'll actually start to hate Komaeda, if he just tries hard enough.]

But, even so, I don't want you to disappear. I just... want to understand you.