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[Komaeda has to stop himself with arguing with Nanami—that some child-god with an inflated ego isn't comparable to the average person, that there can be stipulations to his statement but... He manages, just barely, to restrain himself from doing so.

If she's mentioning it, that means it matters to her, right? He's had to learn to look a little closer at the feelings people share with him, that it isn't always just the surface that holds meaning. Is Nanami upset with herself, for not being able to see a shred of good in Elias? Or is she upset because she did see good in his cause, and that led to sitting idle to her friends being hurt?

She might feel that in his quiet pause, there's genuine concern. There's thought and worry, and the inherent, wordless process of: think, what would Nanami say, at a time like this? As if he were trying to emulate the very person he was seeking to comfort.]

You can feel both, I think... [Is what he lands on, after a moment. He isn't sure how much he believes the words himself, but...] When Junko Enoshima did what she did... I was both angry with her, and I wanted to understand her.

There's a difference between forgiveness and understanding, I think. You don't have to forgive Elias for what's he done, even if you want to know why he's doing it. He isn't entitled to your kindness, either...

[The boxes that symbolized Hope's Peak are crumpled, just as Junko had left it. Just as they leave it, now, as a symbol of their past. What matters now is their future, and what they make of it—and Komaeda needs Nanami to know that he supports her, no matter what.]

I... hate Elias, too.

Even if he has his reasons for doing what he's doing, even if his followers only follow him because they want to go home... I can't forgive anyone who would hurt my precious friends for their own selfish hope. I think... you're right to be angry, Nanami-san. After everything you've experienced, you know more than anyone... That sort of pain.

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[ There's nothing Nanami can do about Junko. She's dead in some other world she might never become a part of again; all there is here is her sister and followers, none of whom deserve Nanami's frustrations. And the more she's learned about Junko, the more Nanami's realized that Junko doesn't deserves those frustrations, either.

Only the school does - the school that hurt and preyed on all of them - and that's why she made the box version, really. But even that was a limp and poor substitute towards the real thing...

But her anger towards Elias-- it's fresher. It's an easier target. He'd willfully hurt so many of her friends, practically a whole world... he's dangerous and scary.

Nagito's words stoke the fire, a coldness and determination arising in her. What she can understand is he's a threat. What she can understand is that she's angry and wants to do something about it. ]

I can't forgive him. Maybe I will someday. But I need him to know what he did.

[ There's nothing they can do to stop a god. But that's not stopping the determination swirling thru both of them. Nanami starts to unstick herself from Komaeda, so that she doesn't poison his being with any feelings he doesn't want to be part of him. ]

I need him to know. I need to tell him.

... I need to get into the arcade.

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[Nanami's anger is visceral. It feels as fresh and as raw as his own, and though she tries to pull away from him, he doesn't let her. He won't let her. He'll never allow her to feel her pain alone, if he has his own choice.

Within the span of their mixing shadows, he clutches at the approximation of her shoulders to keep her close, connected. He knows her pain so intimately, he doesn't want her to pull away from the inherent understanding that radiates off of him.]

Nanami-san.

[His voice clips with worry, audio glitching at its edges as he does his very best then, and only then, to form a pair of eyes within his shadow to look at her properly with. He leans forward, presses the general area of his forehead to hers, and rests there for a moment.

He's here, he'll always be here for her, he'll always support her no matter what. Even now, he worries but... He knows she needs this. She was there, in Felfri. She saw first hand what Elias did to their most precious people. She should be allowed to feel her anger, even if his own protectiveness of her hates the idea of her going to the arcade.]

Don't die. If you die, I... I don't think I can handle that, again...

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[ He pulls her back, and it's warm relief to be enveloped by him again, overlapping. There's silent reassurance that it's okay that she feels like this, and okay to want to get the feelings out, and it's like refreshing water to drink.

It strengthens her. His love makes her more resolved. This is what she means to protect, always. Her dear friends don't deserve to be hurt and abused by a force who doesn't care for them, and only wants power...

Their foreheads meet, and mix, almost like their brains are touching if they still had any. Nanami closes her eyes, and reflects back into Komaeda that reassurance and love. ]

I'll be careful. I promise. [ She can't promise not to die. But she can promise to do her best. ]

I'll be back soon, I... [ She hesitates, and looks to the fallen school boxes. Guess they did figure out what to do with that after all. ]

Thank you.