[In the space between Hinata's words and Komaeda, his long fingers continue to play with the toast in front of him more than he thinks to eat it. As if wearing it down to mere crumbs on the plate is the only thing tethering down the restless emotion that swells beneath the surface of his skin. Even like this, fresh from the simulation, sat alone in the dark with the one person who's meant more to him than anyone else, Komaeda's expression remains an unreadable mask.
So Hinata was angry, not sad, or lonely, or filled with hope... but anger. A bright, hot, righteous anger that lead him to victory. A chill runs down Komaeda's spine, and thoughtlessly, he rips off the piece of bread he had caught between his fingers.]
You really are... truly amazing...
[He exhales the words in a breathy laugh, and finally his expression cracks with a sharp smile. The bread between his fingers it released, bouncing off the plate and onto the table with a trail of crumbs.
Instead, Komaeda lifts his hands upwards, and rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug.]
I guess all I have to do is accept this defeat. You know, I really underestimated the Reserve Course.
[But that's not it, is it. Even in the simulation, Hinata had Kamukura's talents. They weren't locked away forever, merely hibernating. He wonders for a moment just how much of it had been used without Hinata even realizing it? Komaeda doesn't ask though, such a thought, well... it would probably just make Hinata mad to think about it.]
The Hajime from the island though... are you really? Which Hajime is the real Hajime? The one before Kamukura Izuru... the one in the simulation... the one sitting in front of me... You can understand why I'm apprehensive, can't you?
[If it hadn't been for Hinata, would Kamukura even exist? Would the tragedy have happened? Would the simulation have happened? Him... and every one of his classmates... would they have died like the rest of the students at Hope's Peak? Or would they simply have been spared from becoming Ultimate Despair?]
If you're really the same guy I met on the island, then you should know my feelings well, right?
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So Hinata was angry, not sad, or lonely, or filled with hope... but anger. A bright, hot, righteous anger that lead him to victory. A chill runs down Komaeda's spine, and thoughtlessly, he rips off the piece of bread he had caught between his fingers.]
You really are... truly amazing...
[He exhales the words in a breathy laugh, and finally his expression cracks with a sharp smile. The bread between his fingers it released, bouncing off the plate and onto the table with a trail of crumbs.
Instead, Komaeda lifts his hands upwards, and rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug.]
I guess all I have to do is accept this defeat. You know, I really underestimated the Reserve Course.
[But that's not it, is it. Even in the simulation, Hinata had Kamukura's talents. They weren't locked away forever, merely hibernating. He wonders for a moment just how much of it had been used without Hinata even realizing it? Komaeda doesn't ask though, such a thought, well... it would probably just make Hinata mad to think about it.]
The Hajime from the island though... are you really? Which Hajime is the real Hajime? The one before Kamukura Izuru... the one in the simulation... the one sitting in front of me... You can understand why I'm apprehensive, can't you?
[If it hadn't been for Hinata, would Kamukura even exist? Would the tragedy have happened? Would the simulation have happened? Him... and every one of his classmates... would they have died like the rest of the students at Hope's Peak? Or would they simply have been spared from becoming Ultimate Despair?]
If you're really the same guy I met on the island, then you should know my feelings well, right?