[ His grin widens across his face, baring a thin sliver of teeth, and his shoulders roll in a shrug. Maybe it is, or maybe it isn't—but his reason will never be anything more or less than his whims in the moment, and he isn't in the business of justifying himself to any random wretch who asks.
Rather, his hands unfold at his sides. Rather, his arms lift. It's a beckoning motion, as if inviting Komaeda to take whatever shot he thinks he can manage—except, when he opens his mouth again, it isn't a taunt that rests upon his tongue. Instead, the question that leaves him— ]
And what exactly is my true nature, worm?
[ If there is a challenge there, it is only to the presumption that he is known. ]
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Rather, his hands unfold at his sides. Rather, his arms lift. It's a beckoning motion, as if inviting Komaeda to take whatever shot he thinks he can manage—except, when he opens his mouth again, it isn't a taunt that rests upon his tongue. Instead, the question that leaves him— ]
And what exactly is my true nature, worm?
[ If there is a challenge there, it is only to the presumption that he is known. ]