Hm... whether I knew about your status as Kamukura or not... what does it matter? Do you think my feelings would be different based on that knowledge?

[Komaeda's attention drops away, to the glass of milk that's sat untouched for the entirety of their conversation. Condensation beads against its surface, and for a moment, he watches the path that one of those dewdrops makes as it slides down towards the table.

He smiles, and for a moment it looks as if he's simply smiling for that little dewdrop before he grabs the glass and brings it to his lips. He takes a few, indulgent gulps of it before settling the base back down.]

You know, Hajime... my love for hope... it's a very selfless love. I don't want anything in return for it, I only want to serve that love and ensure a bright future. So anyone who strives for that hope is someone I love.

[His tongue darts across his lips, licking up the milk that remains on them before his gaze meets Hinata's once more. His eyes, even in the dim lighting of the room, are clear and vibrant.]

But once I knew that we were all Ultimate Despairs, I had a duty to hope to do what was right: to ensure that bright future. Perhaps that's why I failed though... my view is too narrow, I'm not the sort of guy that is able to see what isn't right in front of me.

[His smile spreads a little wider, a little more fond. What good would it do, he wonders, to tell Hinata that his love this time is a little more selfish...?]

But I'm glad that my death wasn't for nothing... it was yet another stepping stone for your hope. How could I not be happy about it?