[Trying to play it off... It was just for a second. He can pretend it was the horrible product of his imagination. It feels like the school's mocking him with this, and it burns, heat rising in him. Especially in front of Komaeda, who saw it as well. The memories are vague, fuzzy, more feeling and snippets than concrete events, but they were like that once, joking and laughing, with an indefinable at the time undercurrent it's easy to compare. It makes illness pool in him, that hand on his shoulder making his skin crawl where it touched.]
My opinion? It didn't show anything important.
[These memories are nothing to him, just salt in the wound, or so is his salve.]
Quite a machine you have here, ahaha... Does it even work as a megaphone?
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[Trying to play it off... It was just for a second. He can pretend it was the horrible product of his imagination. It feels like the school's mocking him with this, and it burns, heat rising in him. Especially in front of Komaeda, who saw it as well. The memories are vague, fuzzy, more feeling and snippets than concrete events, but they were like that once, joking and laughing, with an indefinable at the time undercurrent it's easy to compare. It makes illness pool in him, that hand on his shoulder making his skin crawl where it touched.]
My opinion? It didn't show anything important.
[These memories are nothing to him, just salt in the wound, or so is his salve.]
Quite a machine you have here, ahaha... Does it even work as a megaphone?