[Komaeda sits forward and as he does, his arms fold on the table in front of him. No longer an apathetic doll to the conversation, he can't help but let his piqued interest show as Hinata struggles keep up his even façade.

Surely... surely it's moments like these where he knows Hinata isn't lying. When he woke from his coma, the memories came flooding back in—and there's no way he would forget the cold, listless stare of Kamukura. So to see those darting eyes, those lips that teeter between a smile and frown... all of it just makes him feel that much more comfortable.]

Perhaps it's impudent of me to get so excited over you feeling such strong emotions for me, Hajime. Even if it's just anger, or sadness...

[His head tilts with a carefree smile.]

No one has ever cared so much about me before... isn't it selfish that I would tease you just to experience your feelings?

[Komaeda reaches for the piece of toast that had bounced from his plate, sets it back on it, then sweeps his hand across the table to scoop up the crumbs into his palm.]

I would promise you I won't be dying again any time soon, but that's not a promise I can keep.