( he's fighting against him, natsume is, not komaeda — the latter is listening, inviting these replies by provoking him. he knows that despite the confused look on his face as he watches the way the other battles mentally, saying what he believes is right to reject komaeda's nonsense. his energy has doubled compared to when the ultimate first found him, and he can see that from how the other opens and closes his hands. it's a testament of what the idol has been through, what he's still going through.
the amount of pain feels like a whirlwind of emotions, even as he explains it to komaeda, and in turn his heart makes him incapable of understanding. all he knows is loss, but nothing poetic like the way natsume masks it. everything spoken is accepted literal — a massacre, a life lost, willingly sharing the stage (haha) with their murderer. he calls it a show, and komaeda's head tilts to the side curious: a death hosted to the masses, an instance to strengthen their own resolve so they can prevent it to happening to themselves or others. )
Hm... ( this whole conversation wasn't needed, the other never had to tell him this much, so was it because he wants komaeds to understand? or is it to prove him wrong? putting him in his place for even daring to say something so brazen. ) I wouldn't call something petty as revenge "hope," that's just a descent into despair.
( he clenches his fist, looking off to the side as teeth clench together in annoyance. his brows knit together, sighing heavily while trying to remain calm in this fog — too much activity within this, and komaeda's illness will play against him. ) Hope is special! It gives meaning to your life, offers you reasons to live, but it doesn't stop there... it can keep growing as long as you allow it.
( he pauses, looking in the male's direction, his eyes spins in swirls, mixing together. )
Your worth amounts to your hope, the effort that you put in for those around you, and yourself... it won't make you feel inferior. Even now I can tell... there's so much weight riding on this conversation that you don't want to be wrong, because of that person. ( why else would it matter, why would natsume mention them if they didn't? though, he wonders. )
If you want to survive for them, you mustn't falter, and you must come together with everyone else! ( he followed the same gesture as natsume, his nails digging into the skin, and if he applied more pressure then he's sure he could break the skin. that's how passionate he feels about this, and as he parts his mouth to speak —
he turns, and coughs into the inner elbow of his jacket. ) That way, Sakasaki-kun can survive...
bc u never TRUST me
the amount of pain feels like a whirlwind of emotions, even as he explains it to komaeda, and in turn his heart makes him incapable of understanding. all he knows is loss, but nothing poetic like the way natsume masks it. everything spoken is accepted literal — a massacre, a life lost, willingly sharing the stage (haha) with their murderer. he calls it a show, and komaeda's head tilts to the side curious: a death hosted to the masses, an instance to strengthen their own resolve so they can prevent it to happening to themselves or others. )
Hm... ( this whole conversation wasn't needed, the other never had to tell him this much, so was it because he wants komaeds to understand? or is it to prove him wrong? putting him in his place for even daring to say something so brazen. ) I wouldn't call something petty as revenge "hope," that's just a descent into despair.
( he clenches his fist, looking off to the side as teeth clench together in annoyance. his brows knit together, sighing heavily while trying to remain calm in this fog — too much activity within this, and komaeda's illness will play against him. ) Hope is special! It gives meaning to your life, offers you reasons to live, but it doesn't stop there... it can keep growing as long as you allow it.
( he pauses, looking in the male's direction, his eyes spins in swirls, mixing together. )
Your worth amounts to your hope, the effort that you put in for those around you, and yourself... it won't make you feel inferior. Even now I can tell... there's so much weight riding on this conversation that you don't want to be wrong, because of that person. ( why else would it matter, why would natsume mention them if they didn't? though, he wonders. )
If you want to survive for them, you mustn't falter, and you must come together with everyone else! ( he followed the same gesture as natsume, his nails digging into the skin, and if he applied more pressure then he's sure he could break the skin. that's how passionate he feels about this, and as he parts his mouth to speak —
he turns, and coughs into the inner elbow of his jacket. ) That way, Sakasaki-kun can survive...