[Komaeda reads her words, and then he reads them again, and then he reads them a third time. They stick in his mind, unyielding. He's remembers Junko using his loneliness as a weapon. He remembers Hinata getting angry at him for being confusing. He remembers too many times where people have taken his pain and separated him from it. Dehumanized him for their own benefit.
But Lila doesn't. She sees it, she sees him. He doesn't even realize he's begun to tear up until they're already streaming down his cheeks and he has to push his laptop off of his lap to rub at his eyes. It's different this time. It feels different, and warm, and perfect like when they kissed on her sofa.
He never knew how badly he wanted to be seen like this, for no reason other than just being known.
It takes a few minutes before Komaeda can compose himself enough to reply, and when he does, his fingers tremble across the keys.]
For a long time, hope was all I had. My Ultimate Luck is... extreme. It's like a super power. But it cycles. Extreme bad luck and extreme good luck.
When I was in elementary school, I boarded a plane with my parents at San Cristóbal Airport. The same plane ended up being hijacked, which was the worst luck... but then, a meteorite fell from the sky and pierced the plane, instantly killing the hijackers. Which would be good luck... but it also killed my parents too, which is bad luck. Afterwards though, I was orphaned with a huge inheritance. I gained my freedom and enough money to do whatever I wanted... so in the end, the whole thing ended with good luck.
Things in my life have always happened in this cycle. Getting kidnapped, winning the lottery, being diagnosed with a deadly disease, and getting into the elite Hope's Peak academy... Whenever bad things happen to me, good things surely follow.
So... if I hold onto my hope, I know everything will be okay.
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But Lila doesn't. She sees it, she sees him. He doesn't even realize he's begun to tear up until they're already streaming down his cheeks and he has to push his laptop off of his lap to rub at his eyes. It's different this time. It feels different, and warm, and perfect like when they kissed on her sofa.
He never knew how badly he wanted to be seen like this, for no reason other than just being known.
It takes a few minutes before Komaeda can compose himself enough to reply, and when he does, his fingers tremble across the keys.]
For a long time, hope was all I had. My Ultimate Luck is... extreme. It's like a super power. But it cycles. Extreme bad luck and extreme good luck.
When I was in elementary school, I boarded a plane with my parents at San Cristóbal Airport. The same plane ended up being hijacked, which was the worst luck... but then, a meteorite fell from the sky and pierced the plane, instantly killing the hijackers. Which would be good luck... but it also killed my parents too, which is bad luck. Afterwards though, I was orphaned with a huge inheritance. I gained my freedom and enough money to do whatever I wanted... so in the end, the whole thing ended with good luck.
Things in my life have always happened in this cycle. Getting kidnapped, winning the lottery, being diagnosed with a deadly disease, and getting into the elite Hope's Peak academy... Whenever bad things happen to me, good things surely follow.
So... if I hold onto my hope, I know everything will be okay.