[Even as Hinata frowns, even has his eyes go wide as dinner plates with his sorrow, Komaeda is smiling. Not because he enjoys the sight of it but because maybe, on some unconscious level, he wants his friend to give up on him. It's easier that way. Who knows when his luck will kill another person, or when his disease will finally claim him—and why would he ever want to burden Hinata with such things?

Yeah, everything would be a lot easier if Hinata had just let him stay in a coma.]

Everyone dies, Hajime... sooner or later. In fact, it's a miracle I've even lived this far. Not just because of my disease, but also because of the state of this despair-infested world.

[The crumbs he swept into his palm are deposited back onto the plate, with its half-eaten toast that's probably soft with cold by now. His gaze hasn't left Hinata's face though—and as he continues in that easy, carefree tone, his eyes fall half-lidded.]

I know you don't want to hear it, but that's the reality of my situation. That you would grieve if I died in the real world, though... you really are a great guy. Yeah, there's no what you're Kamukura if your eyes look so full of sadness right now.

[It's enough to simply be the recipient of such feelings. Even if his own heart hurts, even if his own head feels numb over the thought of such a fate...]

But I'm sorry for upsetting you, Hajime. I'll stop talking about it now, okay?