[Komaeda stares at that bouncing ball, up and down, up and down. He doesn't have eyes that visibly follow it, in fact, his entire face is just a black void of nothing; but there's the subtle nod of his head as he does, up and down, up and down.]

I see...

[She built Hope's Peak... for him? It was the school he idolized. In some ways, he might still idolize it.

But it also represents more than that. It was the school that ran dubious medical tests on him just to quantify his absurd luck, the school that turned Hinata into a lab rat, the school that gave Junko the playground she wanted to end the world.]

The underclassmen... The survivors of the Killing School Life. They rebuilt it, you know? And now they're running it, but not for any reason like the old men before them. It sounded like... They wanted to turn it into a school to be proud of.

[Komaeda glances back towards the boxes, thoughtful for a moment. The future of their world, that Nanami could never see, doesn't answer her feelings, does it?]

This old version of it... What do you say we burn it?