[Juzo scowls down at his own hands, lifting and flexing them, looking over the newly unblemished skin. Weird. He can't say he's entirely grateful for the healing, so he doesn't thank Komaeda for it—but he also can't say it wasn't probably for the best, so rather than kick up a fuss over it, he just says nothing.

He catches the hand touch, too. Well, he'd figured by now. He's been calling him Hajime. They live together. It's pretty obvious at this point. Juzo has to look away, crossing his arms with a scowl.]

Of course I'm gonna be there. You two couldn't stop me if you tried, so good thing you're not bothering.

. . . You people—you knew all this, didn't you? You know everything? Everything about the killing game. More than we do. Am I right?