[He smiles back, it's not happy either. He'd come to help Hinata and be there for him. His own problems can wait. Yet, the question needs asked. Komaeda stalls a moment longer, taking off his boots. Silently he pads over to join Hinata and sinks down beside him.
First and foremost...he turns and wraps his arms around Hinata, rubbing his cheek against his own.] We'll deal with my memories later, I missed you.
[The faint threads of memory drift up like thin fingers of fog, reminding him of how it had felt when he was healing himself. The sensation like sharp knives inside his head. Memories whirling and rising to the surface until he couldn't tell when he was. Komaeda had been terrified that that would be the last thing he'd know. But his hopes, and thus by extension, Peromei's had been strong enough to win. He rubs Hinata's back in soothing circles, as he says into his ear.]
There is something master taught me, when I was first learning under him. I still had this idea that there existed the worthy and the unworthy. I'd expressed as such and he told me to look to the stars. I didn't get it at first. He told me the story of Athena and Hades holy wars. They started in an Era called the Era of Myth when humans and gods were but a breath apart. They have continued down through the ages, each time Athena reincarnates. Human warriors called Saints, fight at her side.
They die. Often in droves, and only barely turn back Hades each time. To outsiders they might seem like garbage or fodder for the gods...but they lived their lives to the fullest. Life is...far more than rubbish. Our lives as well.
[He sighs, the ghost of the teenager that couldn't understand his instuctor's words lingering in his mind. He pushes past it, pulling the memory of that star filled night back into focus.]
I asked him. If our lives aren't trash, what are they? What do you think he said, Hajime?
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First and foremost...he turns and wraps his arms around Hinata, rubbing his cheek against his own.] We'll deal with my memories later, I missed you.
[The faint threads of memory drift up like thin fingers of fog, reminding him of how it had felt when he was healing himself. The sensation like sharp knives inside his head. Memories whirling and rising to the surface until he couldn't tell when he was. Komaeda had been terrified that that would be the last thing he'd know. But his hopes, and thus by extension, Peromei's had been strong enough to win. He rubs Hinata's back in soothing circles, as he says into his ear.]
There is something master taught me, when I was first learning under him. I still had this idea that there existed the worthy and the unworthy. I'd expressed as such and he told me to look to the stars. I didn't get it at first. He told me the story of Athena and Hades holy wars. They started in an Era called the Era of Myth when humans and gods were but a breath apart. They have continued down through the ages, each time Athena reincarnates. Human warriors called Saints, fight at her side.
They die. Often in droves, and only barely turn back Hades each time. To outsiders they might seem like garbage or fodder for the gods...but they lived their lives to the fullest. Life is...far more than rubbish. Our lives as well.
[He sighs, the ghost of the teenager that couldn't understand his instuctor's words lingering in his mind. He pushes past it, pulling the memory of that star filled night back into focus.]
I asked him. If our lives aren't trash, what are they? What do you think he said, Hajime?