[ Hinata himself wraps an arm around Komaeda, his outline shining a bright gold, hair turning a pale, snow white as he closes his eyes, mulling the thought over in his head. ]

I don't know. [ He admits with a light chuckle. ] But even if I don't know, I can still give an answer, can't I?

[ A rhetorical question, as he keeps on speaking. ]

Of course, my answer might be different than his. Our lives... they're ours. To live them out to the fullest. Being happy, being sad, they're all a part of our lives. The good and the bad. Our mistakes, our mishaps. Things we did right and the things we did wrong. But we can't change that.

But even if we can't. Even if we've made a million mistakes and you think they're unredeemable. Not one single life is insignificant, nor is anyone trash.

Everyone's lives are equal, after all.

[ Hinata pulls a little away from Komaeda so he can place a hand on his cheek, lips curving into a wistful smile. ]

That means you too, Nagito. You already know that, don't you? That your life isn't trash. There's meaning to it. At least, to me. Nanami, too. Even Sonia, and Kirigiri -- and all your friends. Right?