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[luckless]

[Nanami's hope, still tinged with pain, is why they shine so brightly in Komaeda's eyes. He wants to believe he'll see Atem again, too, but... He knows, deep down, that Atem wouldn't want to be back. He knows that if anything, Atem wants to step into the next stage of his plan: breaking them all out from outside of the game he so believed Ryslig to be.

Komaeda couldn't possibly wish for Atem to come back, and that is by far the most painful reality of this situation. To want someone so badly—being with them, seeing their smile, hearing their laugh—and facing the reality of never having that chance again?

It's almost ironic, that of all the people to console him during this is Nanami themself.

Komaeda's own sobs mellow as he feels their body rack against his own, shaking with barely contained, strangled wants to hide their own sadness. He wraps his arms tighter around them when he feels it, runs the pads of his right hand's fingers along their spine. No words need be expressed between them, as they sob for minutes, they'll always be here for one another. The span of these encircling arms has been and will always be a safe place.]

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I keep telling myself it's not forever.

[ It feels like hours of crying together, even if it's probably only minutes. Nanami's sunk to the floor with Komaeda by this point; their coils wrapped protectively and close around him. Her claws run through his hair, idly untangling his tendril hair. ]

It's-- everyone comes back, eventually. You did, I did... I just...

[ Nanami swallows, and mutters into Komaeda's neck. ] I hate him not being here, you know?