"Geez... you're still looking into that stuff? Just give it up, man. Nobody else even cares to know."
That's... not true! It isn't! There are still people in the school beside him who don't feel comfortable with the murder left unsolved; he knows there are. There are others still worried about their missing friends, there are others who think things don't add up, there are others who find... all of this strange. And Momota... the Momota Kaito he knows would never say that.
"And how would you even know? If only you hadn't revealed the truth, he'd still be--"
That's Harukawa's voice this time, accusing and tinged with hurt at the same time, and cut off at the end by the frantic clap of Saihara's own hand over his ear, in the direction it seemed to come from. Not that it helps drown it out. It's not like the words have a source to actually silence, so they continue undeterred; or maybe he just knows what they would have said regardless.
It's been two days of this already. He knows they aren't real, but that doesn't make it stop, and he's nearing his limit. Stumbling slightly, he tries to blank out as much of his mind as he can, to think only of the practical things before him. The stairs he just finished climbing... the hallway itself... and the door to the 1-D homeroom. He doesn't even know if the person he's looking for will be in there, and yet he calls out as he pushes that open, peering inside. The mist is here too. ]
Komaeda-kun...? Are you around? It's... ah, it's Saihara. I just... wanted to talk, if you have a minute.
[ He just... needs to hear someone else's voice, someone he knows without a trace of doubt is in this school. And maybe... selfishly enough, someone who doesn't know about these things. Who won't bring them up. ]
[mild V3 spoilers] may 3rd / closed to komaeda (@raffle)
[ No matter what he does, his mind won't clear.
"Geez... you're still looking into that stuff? Just give it up, man. Nobody else even cares to know."
That's... not true! It isn't! There are still people in the school beside him who don't feel comfortable with the murder left unsolved; he knows there are. There are others still worried about their missing friends, there are others who think things don't add up, there are others who find... all of this strange. And Momota... the Momota Kaito he knows would never say that.
"And how would you even know? If only you hadn't revealed the truth, he'd still be--"
That's Harukawa's voice this time, accusing and tinged with hurt at the same time, and cut off at the end by the frantic clap of Saihara's own hand over his ear, in the direction it seemed to come from. Not that it helps drown it out. It's not like the words have a source to actually silence, so they continue undeterred; or maybe he just knows what they would have said regardless.
It's been two days of this already. He knows they aren't real, but that doesn't make it stop, and he's nearing his limit. Stumbling slightly, he tries to blank out as much of his mind as he can, to think only of the practical things before him. The stairs he just finished climbing... the hallway itself... and the door to the 1-D homeroom. He doesn't even know if the person he's looking for will be in there, and yet he calls out as he pushes that open, peering inside. The mist is here too. ]
Komaeda-kun...? Are you around? It's... ah, it's Saihara. I just... wanted to talk, if you have a minute.
[ He just... needs to hear someone else's voice, someone he knows without a trace of doubt is in this school. And maybe... selfishly enough, someone who doesn't know about these things. Who won't bring them up. ]