[Komaeda lifts his gaze, and even though Souda's occupied with his work, he stares at the way those scales have begun to split his familiar face into unfamiliar patterns.]

What's there to know? I'm a boring guy, with supernatural luck that can hardly be called a talent.

[His lips press into a firm line as his gaze falls to that measuring tape again, watching it draw over the length of his arm.]

But, for as terrible as my luck can be... I'm grateful to it. Without it, I wouldn't have anything. I would have been a normal guy, with a normal life... definitely not having to think about turning into a monster and eating people.