...Yet you lay awake thinking about it. [It isn't a question. Komaeda falls silent. He's had a year of struggling with memories floating up and deciding what to do about it. Even going so far as to actively face down the dark broken shadow of his past.
Accepting that despite it all, that despair had always existed within him before Enoshima's hand tore him open.]
Sometimes you dream about it. Waking up at night with the echoes of it still crashing around you. [It sounds less like he's talking about Hinata and sharing that for once, he does understand completely.]
'Where did it go wrong?' 'Am I in danger of falling again?' 'Should I even be alive when I was that?' Or even... 'How did I go from what I am in those memories...to such a different man.'
Ah, but I've always found the worse ones. Are when you see the darkness and where it took its roots. I'd personally be surprised if you didn't focus on what comes up.
I have from the first moment I saw her hand on my arm. Even if she hadn't been grinding that in my face for months. I'd still check that arm every time I wake up.
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Accepting that despite it all, that despair had always existed within him before Enoshima's hand tore him open.]
Sometimes you dream about it. Waking up at night with the echoes of it still crashing around you. [It sounds less like he's talking about Hinata and sharing that for once, he does understand completely.]
'Where did it go wrong?' 'Am I in danger of falling again?' 'Should I even be alive when I was that?' Or even... 'How did I go from what I am in those memories...to such a different man.'
Ah, but I've always found the worse ones. Are when you see the darkness and where it took its roots. I'd personally be surprised if you didn't focus on what comes up.
I have from the first moment I saw her hand on my arm. Even if she hadn't been grinding that in my face for months. I'd still check that arm every time I wake up.