( hinata's emotions are something komaeda doesn't understand, and that's because that point in time was different — that world means nothing compared to the reality they're meant to live. even so, talking about what they know and what they don't in regards to this school, komaeda also feels some sort of pull to it. it's hard to figure out, but he can't tell for sure, nor does he remember, and when he tries to delve deeper.... his head hurt. this is where he brings his mechanical hand to his head, pressing along the temple and there's a soft whirr as he does so. )

Hinata-kun, to me, that's how things are.

( that's how he lives, despite the circumstances, it's always been split between luck and hope — his views, his thoughts and the way he leads his life. it's never been an excuse, and to have these things fall so perfectly into his hands, it'd be unfortunate if he didn't take them. that's what he'd say for the him inside of that world, and even now, he'd do it again if he had the chance. because the results will be the same, he does every single thing for hope, and only that. ) I was curious about everyone's hope, including yours, but even you disappointed me.

( a small hint? or is he saying something about their first trial? either way, he sighs, not ready to linger on the subject. )

It really is like you to forget... ( he pauses, shaking his head. ) I guess those things don't matter. ( even as he says that, it almost feels like he's choking on his own breath. does he regret saying that? or is it jus tthat uncomfortable feeling that wafts over him by being here. he doesn't know. )