[ Naegi doesn't utter a sound. The fog starts to thin out and the memories slowly return back to him, like a far-off dream after he focuses. With every word that spills out of Komaeda's mouth, more and more becomes clear until eventually, he comprehends what the other student is saying. ]
[ Despair, talent, hope, he understands. He understands all of it. He knows what Komaeda's talking about, and his hand, still within the taller boy's grasp, tightens into a gentle grip. He raises his other hand, the one that's still free, to also clasp onto Komaeda's - to keep him steady - to hold him if he were to fall. ]
Wh-What's wrong?
[ Was it too much? Did the memories hit Komaeda all at once like a train? There's a dull ache running through his head, but everything is coming at a pace that avoids the overload, that avoids the sharper pain. ]
You... You remember too, right? I'm Makoto Naegi. We...
i'm not letting you get away that easily
[ Despair, talent, hope, he understands. He understands all of it. He knows what Komaeda's talking about, and his hand, still within the taller boy's grasp, tightens into a gentle grip. He raises his other hand, the one that's still free, to also clasp onto Komaeda's - to keep him steady - to hold him if he were to fall. ]
Wh-What's wrong?
[ Was it too much? Did the memories hit Komaeda all at once like a train? There's a dull ache running through his head, but everything is coming at a pace that avoids the overload, that avoids the sharper pain. ]
You... You remember too, right? I'm Makoto Naegi. We...
[ He pauses. His mouth is dry. ]
We shared the same talent.