( if he was selfish enough, he could make this about himself, but it isn't about him, but rather his luck. it's a horrible talent that doesn't instill hope, and instead only complicates everything further— pushes, pushes, and pushes until no one can't handle it. it searches for weakness, it grabs that person, and breaks them down, choking them until their entrails come from the other end of their body. a mess, a strangled doll with stuffing left around the body, and no one will ever help, because they won't come back for something dead that they wish to discard. that's why his luck is so frightening to some, because if they do run back, if someone does decide to help, then it's easy to see the roof crumble before them, and crush the people right underneath.
blood is so familiar, he finds that he can smell it if that was the case. red liquid rolling from under the debris along with a visible blue fabric, and strands of orange hair, but at least the substance touches his shoe and then forms around it. he would be lucky then, because thats a reminder to stay away. a mix of individuals he would have to call them, because at that point, he wouldn't even know if that death was enough to dub them stepping stones. his stomach twists and turns, an uncomfortable feeling settling in, making itself a home in the darkest parts of him. with an exhale, komaeda coughs as if he can expel it, but it's still there biding its time until it cuts himself from the inside out.
no matter how he feels, he can't give up on his beliefs or his actions, so he shakes his head slowly as they walk. he knows that ranger was going for leaving it with his thoughts, accepting it as so, and looking at the faults of the group. while that is visible, he can still believe in them, it's all he ever does as long as they have hope. )
There's great hope to be made even after despair, because it's so insignificant that it could never put out everyone's flame. ( with his voice low, he continues like it's a secret, but he's actually tired, feels bad enough that he doesn't want to hear his voice. ) If they can get through that, why wouldn't they get through this, even if they tear and rip each other, break themselves down... it's with those hands they can rebuild, make one another stronger, and understand what made them do so in the first place.
( it's the same with him, how experiences mold a person, prepares them for next time, and how they can engage peacefully if that's their objective. all is not lost, and he won't let it be, not for ranger who was made by the hands of humans, knowing they're the creatures that gave his life meaning. he doesn't allow for that disconnect because the group has to stay together, komaeda has to help their hope, even if it means acting in ways they'd dislike. )
It'd be easier to do if you didn't so fast, you get to tbe part that confuses you before me...
( but he's still walking along, joking where he can, for both of them because maybe it'd be funny to mention; even if it's only them that'll find it hilarious. )
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blood is so familiar, he finds that he can smell it if that was the case. red liquid rolling from under the debris along with a visible blue fabric, and strands of orange hair, but at least the substance touches his shoe and then forms around it. he would be lucky then, because thats a reminder to stay away. a mix of individuals he would have to call them, because at that point, he wouldn't even know if that death was enough to dub them stepping stones. his stomach twists and turns, an uncomfortable feeling settling in, making itself a home in the darkest parts of him. with an exhale, komaeda coughs as if he can expel it, but it's still there biding its time until it cuts himself from the inside out.
no matter how he feels, he can't give up on his beliefs or his actions, so he shakes his head slowly as they walk. he knows that ranger was going for leaving it with his thoughts, accepting it as so, and looking at the faults of the group. while that is visible, he can still believe in them, it's all he ever does as long as they have hope. )
There's great hope to be made even after despair, because it's so insignificant that it could never put out everyone's flame. ( with his voice low, he continues like it's a secret, but he's actually tired, feels bad enough that he doesn't want to hear his voice. ) If they can get through that, why wouldn't they get through this, even if they tear and rip each other, break themselves down... it's with those hands they can rebuild, make one another stronger, and understand what made them do so in the first place.
( it's the same with him, how experiences mold a person, prepares them for next time, and how they can engage peacefully if that's their objective. all is not lost, and he won't let it be, not for ranger who was made by the hands of humans, knowing they're the creatures that gave his life meaning. he doesn't allow for that disconnect because the group has to stay together, komaeda has to help their hope, even if it means acting in ways they'd dislike. )
It'd be easier to do if you didn't so fast, you get to tbe part that confuses you before me...
( but he's still walking along, joking where he can, for both of them because maybe it'd be funny to mention; even if it's only them that'll find it hilarious. )