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npc contact.3
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[ closes his eyes. opens them. what?? ]
Warn me before you shoot me.
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( looks at him, he doesn't have to? he hums, and softly he says to himself is "ok" like he'll follow through. )
Have you been shot before? It's actually nice... I learned I was capable of falling in love that way.
( ... )
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[ opposite of love, here ]
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( he didn't die when he got shot, but once they're at the door of the dormitory, komaeda's going to open it so rokkun can walk in first. he's a gentleman. )
Which room did you used to live in?
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[ It became a dormitory afterwards, but he never lived here... It's still a nostalgic look on his face, though, when he steps inside and looks around, with that feeling of familiarity despite never being here before, the same feeling transfers have in the main school building.
Also immediately when he walks in there are bleeding paintings on the walls. ]
Ah.
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( interesting nonetheless, but he'll call it lucky without even worrying about the technicalities. he takes a few steps closer to the paintings, and he reaches up to touch them since they are known as the bleeding paintings. )
Everyone hates them so they normally put up anything to hide them, ahaha... so, they were always here when you attended *this* school?
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No. Like I told you, it was the typical art projects you'd expect. These are well done, though.
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It's sort of like your adderstone, but I hear through that things are different.
( he choose the portrait closer to rokkun, shining the light over them so that the one moves in pain, and that sort of agony doesn't bother komaeda so there's a smile that remains on his face. )
What do you think?
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[ The expression on his face, though, is... well. There's no recognition of the people specifically, and the distaste could be towards any number of things, but he doesn't look surprised nor horrified nor very interested. Pitying, maybe, just a little. ]
How many are there?
[ A dozen, he'd find, if he made rounds. ]
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( he'll glance over to rokkun, before looking back, someone's too sensitive to these things, but they're different in that regard. he shines the next portrait so that he can see as they move along, )
Twelve or so, maybe more, I pay no attention to them, do you think I should?
( he'll reach out for rokkun's hand, tugging him along. )
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If their presence makes people feel something, that's enough. It's not like you have to go around telling each one good morning every day.
[ Something like that isn't going to help anybody in any way.
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He takes Komaeda's hand, and if he doesn't have somewhere specific he wanted to take Rokkun, he's going to make his way towards Sun 2, even if only to jiggle the locked doorknob and frown at it. ]
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...
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his hand reaches out, grabbing the other's wrist gently. )
I told you who owns this room, if you can't go inside... you can tell me about it. What were your school days like?
( he's going to pull him away from the door because apparently amami is possibly in there, and the last thing they need is him opening the door. )
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[ He lets his hand fall from the door and swing by his side, and it takes almost physical effort to step back from the door and turn away. ]
It was normal. Everybody got along. Everybody was working hard. Happy... peaceful...
[ Back in his school days, when he walked these halls and sat in these classrooms...
... ]
I hated it.
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( because to hate it, and then to attend here, even walking the same steps to the classroom, and he pulls the other away. even komaeda looks back at the room, and maybe if he had a key, he'd let him in, but aside from that, there's nothing he can do for now. )
...I only ask because I want to know what part made you hate it.
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[ Amami wasn't wrong. But he'd only seen a snapshot; he didn't live it like Rokkun had lived it, wasn't there to see the gentle progression and the steep nosedive into a raging inferno. ]
Why do you think I hated it, Nagito? I had just died. I left my family behind. And people here were happy.
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( it's almost heartbreaking, he thinks, or how he seems to act as he continues walking, bringing the other along down the hall, and it's when they close in on the star rooms that he looks towards four. )
They must have left their family behind, too, but you were new... compared to them, they had time to cope, and you were alone.
( he reaches out with his hand, like he's contemplating on whether he wants to go in or not. )
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If they were just like me, how could they laugh like that...?
[ How... It had felt impossible to him, both then and now, that anybody could be torn away from their life and have the audacity to smile. They should have been angry, they should have done everything they could to get out, they should have rebelled— lashed out, thrown a tantrum, the futility with which Rokuro could never let go of what once had been. He didn't want to cope. He didn't want to accept it. Even now, standing here in front of the door, staring but not seeing, he doesn't...
doesn't want to be happy
doesn't deserve to be happy
wouldn't know what to do with it if happiness were to fall from the sky onto his lap
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1398.
[ ... ]
That was the year I first woke up. Six hundred years and I'm still angry.
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those people lived a life despite dead, but the one beside him is still angry. )
You'll burn yourself alive from your anger, Rokkun.
( he pausesin thought, closing his eyes before opening them slowly, and he unlocks his door to push it open, and luckily for them it seems none of his roommates are in. probably in class where they're supposed to be, so he takes advantage by tugging his arm to pull him inside. )
...Rokkun, answer me this. ( ... ) You wanted to use me for your plans, if it succeed, will you finally be happy?
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Every time he wakes up, every time he remembers, the smoldering wick in his chest rekindles. He can feel it now, even, burning him from the inside as he's led into the room and stands in the middle to look around— the auditorium, where his seat was over there for assemblies, where he played basketball and hockey and became very good at all the """sports""" the school had to offer... Maybe because he was younger, then, or maybe because it's harder to get the dimensions right in his mind's eye with the walls in the way, but the dorm feels so much smaller than he remembers. The main school building felt so small. There was never a moment when he was indoors that he didn't feel trapped and feel that itch to burn it all down. ]
...no.
[ If he succeeded in tearing down the school... ]
But I'll be able to breathe.
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( he thinks, as he shuts the door behind them, and now the other is just standing in a normal room, though trudging through his own memories, but komaeda sees a lonely boy standing within star four, lost and confused. he lets go of him to walk towards his desk, checking to see if he can find where he left his keys, but they're not there, so he'll probably have to check a few hiding spots within here. it doesn't take long to remember, but part of him doesn't want to give them back, especially when he can look at rokkun and tell that he's still caught within his own feelings.
komaeda gets it now, though, why he in the past must've sought him out. )
You despaired, you were angry, and you gave up... If you weren't that way, I believe...
( that he, himself, would have ignored rokkun and moved on, and yet, even while he's like this komaeda can't ignore him either. so he finds his way back over, reaching out for both his hands so he can pull him closer, and that he can lean his forehead against rokkun's. )
You can breathe now, ( his voice softens, eyes glancing off to the side. ) ...if you let me help you.
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If he weren't that way, then what? Maybe he would have been an honor student, maybe sports would have been more than just an outlet for his anger, art just a way to suffocate the flames. ]
How would you help?
[ "Letting"... Even if he lets people in, what good are they? what can they do, when what he yearns for is complete and utter annihilation? ]
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I'll share my breath with yours.
( it doesn't make sense now, but he thinks if he pulls the other down enough, maybe he'll lean in place so that komaeda can have their noses brushes against each other. )
Then it won't be so lonely.
( it's more of a... i'll kiss you via symbolism, but he has a feeling rokkun will be too angry to even care for it. )
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help
...but he's not somebody who can be saved by love. And he's sure that isn't what this is about, anyways. ]
That extra breath will only fuel the flames, you know? I'll only end up being angry on your behalf as well.
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Is that how you'd use it...
( it sounds like the worst way to do anything, and yet, komaeda will pull him closer so that they can lay on the bed. it's not komaeda's, but he doesn't feel like climbing to the top, or maybe he should... the other would have to work harder to get down. )
I give it to you for your survival, not for you to use it against the lives of others... if you want to be angry at me then... I'll permit you.
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It makes Rokuro laugh, though, humorless, hot breath hitting the side of Komaeda's neck as he lowers his weight on top of him as if to squeeze out any last breath he would have had to share. He already gets angry at Komaeda anyways— not that he hates him, but he gets angry at him, for him, his situation, all of theirs. It's not a bad thing, he believes. Anger and spite drives, after all. ]
I'm not going to kill people out of anger. [ other things, maybe, ] As for survival...
I'm going to make it no matter what. Five more months, Nagito. I'm already more than halfway there.
[ Five more months... It feels like forever, but five is almost three is almost one is almost graduation day, it's so close, it's the closest he's ever been, and the hunger in his eyes for that release is undeniable. ]
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