( strangers? they're no strangers to love — hope rather, their familiarity only stems from the idea of talent. which is why komaeda's even buzzing at this point, and why his body feels almost hot all over. so his response to ishimaru's words are to chuckle, shaking his head as he denies that claim. )

We've known each other for a long time, you and I.

( his tone comes off mysterious, not explaining the whole picture, but settling with the chance to coax in a bit of unease. he keeps his smile though, latching his gaze onto the other's features to see how he'll react — there's always something telling when it comes to a symbol of hope. )

Of course, you probably don't see me as someone of your group, which is fine! I'm nothing more than the pus that infects the mucous... that cruds up the fungus... that feeds on the pond scum...

( he's not slowing down at all between his praise and self-deprication, and he appears to mean it as he speaks. it sounds like he idolizes ishimaru for some reason, but komaeda will clear any worries about his form of love towards the talented individual. he died, but he's here now — it's amazing! )

But knowing I'm inferior to you only makes me wonder how you'll get us out of here!