[Everything has become a whirlwind of sensation. Hinata's voice that's slightly too loud, ringing in sharp pitches through his ears. The light that almost seems to grow brighter with how sterile it is—and then there's the sensation of touch, of life, of suddenly breathing again in a way that feels more real than it had in his dream. He's alive, they made it, and as he looks up at Hinata he knows the reason why.
From below, he can see the way eerie blue light shines up from the technology-lined floor and casts brilliant hues across Hinata's face. It's almost surreal, but Hinata did it, didn't he? Hinata... saved him.
With what little strength he has, Komaeda sits up in his pod, and he can feel the way his joints ache and his muscles protest with the sudden movement. How long had he been in there? In the simulation, and then his dream? It seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and yet, it's been longer than that, hasn't it.]
My head hurts... [He exhales, as he thoughtlessly brings his hand up to take Hinata's.
But it's then that he notices what's attached to his arm, that... that isn't his hand. Suddenly it feels like his skin is crawling, like his body is rejecting what's attached to it. He pulls that hand back, that hand that isn't his, and his eyes widen with shock.]
Ah—! [He can't let Hinata take such a hand, he can't.] I can... I can get up by myself, just give me a minute Hajime...
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From below, he can see the way eerie blue light shines up from the technology-lined floor and casts brilliant hues across Hinata's face. It's almost surreal, but Hinata did it, didn't he? Hinata... saved him.
With what little strength he has, Komaeda sits up in his pod, and he can feel the way his joints ache and his muscles protest with the sudden movement. How long had he been in there? In the simulation, and then his dream? It seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and yet, it's been longer than that, hasn't it.]
My head hurts... [He exhales, as he thoughtlessly brings his hand up to take Hinata's.
But it's then that he notices what's attached to his arm, that... that isn't his hand. Suddenly it feels like his skin is crawling, like his body is rejecting what's attached to it. He pulls that hand back, that hand that isn't his, and his eyes widen with shock.]
Ah—! [He can't let Hinata take such a hand, he can't.] I can... I can get up by myself, just give me a minute Hajime...