[He watches Komaeda with passive interest, caring less about the topic itself and more about the other man's reaction—he gets so worked up over "hope", Add can't help but find it amusing. It reminds him of himself, in some ways. There was once a time when he, too, believed that hard work and effort would be rewarded, that even a life as empty and miserable as his own could have meaning if he put his mind to the task and believed in himself...

But he knows better now. In the end, everyone dies the same. "Hope" is a meaningless value in the equation of the universe.

He heaves a sigh, vaguely wistful, as he retracts his hand from the void—stiff, numbed, but the damage doesn't appear long-term. Hmm.]

And what are you here for? If this "hope" you desire is so powerful... why are they the ones that walk with purpose? What good is your "hope" in a world like this?