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I believe he meant all of humanity as the universe. [He sobers. No that's not what he needed to ask at all and it's written on his face. Komaeda meets Hinata's eyes as he speaks low. This isn't a pleasant topic.]

Kuzuryuu's sister and the other girl that were murdered, they weren't part of the main course. Were they?

[He wants to be playful but, his memories stirred up a bunch of questions and answers he's not sure he ever wanted.]

... Ah.

[ His eyes widen ever so slightly before narrowing, Hinata's gaze shifting away. ]

No. The reason why the murders were thrown under the rug was because they were reserve course students. They were in my class.

They weren't just thrown under the rug. They acted like they never happened. In the main course we had practical exams to make sure they weren't wasting time on a ''minor' talent. Which is short for if you don't impress the media, we don't want you.

[His emotions swirl in his mind and anger finally runs to the head of the pack. Curls of red flame form scales in the air but he holds his hand up, holding the flames in his hands. He turns it and twists it to hold the energy contained in a safe manner. Then stops. Could...he?

Komaeda twists the energy and forms a night sky, and stars fall into as he speaks.] I asked them to be postponed. My class was too dispondent and I didn't think they would do their best. It was rejected, due to media attention and my teacher being used to the system. I took matters into my own hands.

The results...They suspended me, indefinitely. Three students were expelled. There was a school building that needed rebuilt and our teacher was being transferred to the Reserve Course. They didn't want to get rid of me because my talent was so powerful it got exactly what I wanted. Back then I thought I could control my luck. I thought if I pushed the events into place, or had a concrete plan...I could force it to my will. It's not true. It has never been true that I had any control over it at all.

Are you familiar with the old saying, 'When a butterfly flaps its wings, a storm happens somewhere?'

I... see.

[ He didn't know that, but then again, by that point, he already had made his decision to become hope. His gaze narrows and he can practically feel himself generating shadows; small ones, but there nevertheless. The smell of copper filling the air as if someone died, dark clouds beginning to form but Hinata soon waves it off. ]

So these practical exams: were they exams to showcase your talent? [ He's asking because he's skeptical. How does that even work with some of those talents? ] And... no, I don't.

It's more commonly referred to as 'Chaos theory' or the 'butterfly effect'. Small actions can have large causes in other places. I believe...that's why here I have no oblivious luck cycling in this world. There have been a series of events laying across each other but, nothing on the scale of home. Here that energy naturally takes shape as storms and dragons.

But, that's getting off track. Yes, they had us showcase our talents before judges. And the media. They told us if we did poorly...we would be transferred to the reserve course. With my mind healed, I can go back over everything with the eye of what I've learned here. So far, after I...got sick. I've seen a lot add to why that school should have set fire to and blackened from all records.

[The last part is said with a bit of bitter anger. As a diplomatic figure in the city he can't even stomach the ideas of the Hope's Peak board of Directors.]

I don't think Enoshima had to even try to break that school. It was already a festering wound!

[Komaeda looks away with an angry hiss and finally says.] ...I came here to be with you but, I also...once those surfaced wanted to discuss this with you. It felt too important to leave alone.

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