[ His entire body tenses, hands clenching at his side just short of lunging for Komaeda to snatch the chisel away with the belief that any sudden movement will spur Komaeda to drive drive the point into his neck and tear out his throat. The chisel isn't nearly sharp enough to do that, not like a knife, and if Roku~n interrupts, a half-hearted attempt would do nobody good.

So he breathes out and loosens his fists, tension remaining but redirected to the balls of his feet, the tips of his fingers. ]

...If you do that, you will never open your eyes again. You want to open them? Then keep surviving, and never stop looking.