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cw: vague danganronpa spoilers--

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[As that slight weight settles into Komaeda's hand, he curls his fingers over the smaller one within his palm. It's a small gesture, mostly because he isn't sure of what he could possibly say to make things easier. This sort of despair... It's the kind you just have to deal with, and grow from.]

I know how you feel, Basil-kun... Not knowing who you were, or what you did, can be really, really scary.

[This, at the very least, he has experience with.]

There was a time when... I completely forgot who I was. Years worth of memories were gone from my head, and I had no idea just what sort of person I had become during that time. I was... a past version of myself, with those memories gone.

[He watches the other, cautiously, and continues slow and quiet to make sure he doesn't say anything too upsetting.]

But your memory will come back, if not with time, then when Katurian-san returns. He might know something about it.

[He offers a small, hopefully reassuring smile to the other.]

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[...Katurian. When Katurian comes back...he might know something about what happened. It's reassuring and anxiety inducing all at the same time, because in the end...one wonders if it's something Basil even will want to know. It really depends on how bad things got.

It's sad to hear that something similar has happened to Komaeda in the past. At least Basil only lost a week, but Komaeda lost years of his memories. Of himself. Basil can hardly imagine what that could do to a person over a much larger scale.

He looks back down at their joined hands, tightening his grip just a fraction.]

...did you ever get them back? Your memories?

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[That tightened grip doesn't go unnoticed, rather, Komaeda's gaze turns to it the moment he feels it.]

I did, but it took some time, and what I gained... came at a really high price.

[The horrors of what happened to his school, to his friends, to their world... It all came to him slowly, but the spiraling despair of it all was at least softened by the fact that he'd already read it in a report. If one could consider such a thing to be a blessing, well...]

But those were all things that happened before Ryslig, it's a little bit different here. It's more tame, compared to my world... Which means it might not be easy for anyone who's never gone through stuff like this.

[Losing your memory, or your sense of self, never mind a friend... They're all things he's endured before. Things that prepared him for his life here.]

So it's okay to be scared, Basil-kun, but Katurian-san will be alright. He'll be back, and then we can ask him if he remembers what happened to him, alright?

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[Tame...Basil isn't sure, then, if he would be able to handle what Komaeda ended up remembering about his world. It sounds...very bad.

Then again, Basil's idea of bad is skewed. His perspective altered.

He runs his hand down Grand Bois' back again.]

...okay.

[He's just going to have to accept this, for now. Anything else is going to result in him getting more and more upset, and he's already reached his capacity for that, he's pretty sure.

He sets the wrapper for the rice crackers he'd opened back onto the kotatsu, not realizing he'd still been holding it, before he says anything else.]

I should go home soon... [Since he's concerned that the others at the Palazzo might be worried about his disappearance.] ...but...can I stay with you a little while longer?

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[Komaeda watches the boy for a long, quiet moment. It's a lot to take in, he thinks, especially for a guy so timid as Basil. He decides it was likely the best choice to not tell him about his friend being in the fridge, even if Mukuro's practicality means there's one less human out there being killed and eaten.]

You can stay for as long as you like, Basil-kun.

[He tone is warm, as is his smile, as he holds his tea cup just to keep his hand occupied.]

We have books, and video games, if you like those. The kotatsu is warm, and Grand Bois likes you. If you want something else to eat, too, I have some normal leftovers I could microwave for you.

[Just as Basil is like to want, Komaeda tries to offer up any further sense of normalcy he can. It's the least he can do, he thinks, for a guy who's just trying to keep his head above the water.]

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[It's almost hard for Basil to believe now that he'd been so afraid of Komaeda when he first got here, yet here he is almost literally bending over backwards to help him out at every turn. He appreciates it, so much...and hopes that one day, he can return the favor. It's deserved, he thinks.

He'll finally reach for the tea that Komaeda set out for him though, able to take a sip now that it's had some time to cool for a bit. It's warm and nice between his hands.]

I think I might just...sit here for a while.

[He may just fall asleep actually, between the kotatsu's warmth and Grand Bois' weight on him.]

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[Komaeda offers a small, affirmative hum, his expression softening further at the sight of Basil relaxing. It makes him happy that this kid can have some reprieve, that he, too, can find little ways to find joy and comfort in this place. Ryslig isn't perfect, but there's a lot of good here that people don't realize.

After finishing off his own tea, Komaeda pushes himself up from the kotatsu.]

Alright, well, you make yourself comfortable, then. I might do some reading, or some cleaning... If you need anything, just call alright?

[When he gets to cleaning, he'll manage to be as quiet as possible—and eventually, if he passes by Basil asleep under the kotatsu, he'll bring a blanket over to cover up his shoulders so that he doesn't get cold.]