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[creamsouda]

[Souda just kind of stares at his former classmate for a moment, contemplating, before he prompts; ]

So is it worth it? The end of a dream, like that?

[luckless]

[As he thinks, he draws in a long inhale of breath and straightens. He hangs back, his reedy weight tethered to the windowsill by the curl of his hand.

Was it worth it? It's not really something he ever thought about, before.]

I think so, [he decides, and he lolls his head so that instead of the ceiling, he's looking at Souda,] good and bad things both happened, but I choose to focus on the good. We made a lot of friends, we're still alive now, we're making more friends here, too.

Bad things will happen, but good will always follow it. That's how my life has always been.

[creamsouda]

...But ain't that just like, life? Like, that's kinda what Hinata was sayin' at the end of it all... I think.

[Souda scratches his chin, unaware of where the break in his and Komaeda's perception is here. THey're not quite on the same wavelength, rather seeing the same object from two different side.]

You can't have good without bad, or despair without hope. They're always gonna stick together, or else despair wouldn't mean anything. Or else bein' happy wouldn't mean anything, y'know?

That's everybody's life... [Souda pauses, looking at Komaeda—] I guess you just kinda... figured it out first, huh?

[luckless]

[The smile that spreads across Komaeda's face is as close to tranquil as it can get, but there's something else behind it, something that just... knows.

He pulls himself back towards the windowsill with his grip that's still curled on it.]

You guys only saw a fraction of what my talent can do, [he sighs,] I've always walked a thin line, never knowing when I might die, or when my talent might hurt someone around me. In a way, I can almost understand Enoshima Junko's quest for despair. When it's all you ever know, why wouldn't you be resentful?

I think there might have been a point where I could have been like her, if it weren't for knowing that hope always follows.

[It feels like some sick blasphemy to say it, especially with what he read of the vague mastermind from the first killing game. Maybe this fate, too, that a matter of his ultimate luck decided he would side with hope rather than despair.]