[Nagito's wincing. ...Crap, has Hajime said something wrong?

But worry turns to surprise just a moment later, and Hajime's pulling one hand in, taken aback. What he's hearing in Nagito's voice, is that... embarrassment?

But Hajime's not sure why Nagito would be embarrassed. Is it more like disbelief, then? Hajime blinks.]

Well, I, I... [There's a few beats of courage in his chest, and bringing a closed hand to his mouth, he clears his throat. Then he settles, and faces Nagito directly.] ...You say that like you don't believe me. But you don't have to be so dismissive. I-I'm not lying or anything.

[Why is Nagito covering his face like that? Maybe he is embarrassed... Now Hajime's faltering. This is going to get pretty embarrassing for both of them at this rate, so maybe they should talk about something else...]

S-Sure.

[Hajime glances around the mess hall, like there's a topic of discussion to be noticed somewhere, even though he knows there definitely isn't. And even if there was, he wouldn't see it in the darkness. All he really can see is what's in front of him. Nagito, the plate of toast, the tabletop gleaming with moonlight...]

You wouldn't believe how clear the sky is here. [As conversational topics go, it's pretty uninspired, but when Nagito's just woken up from a months-long coma, what else is there to comfortably talk about, other than the weather?]

I mean, especially at night.

[He glances at the windows on the far wall, all of them curtained. If he was to open one of them now, would the light be too much for Nagito's eyes?]

It's like you can see all the stars the sky has to offer. It's really nothing like the sky we used to know.