[He blinks-- and there they are. His shape jokes a little, as he turns to look at the rest of the room, and... there they are. Holographic, almost two-dimensional projections, all just as he remembered them but not...quite. Kuzuryuu in his uniform, instead of the suit. Souda's jumpsuit a different color. Tanaka's hair just a bit different. Saionji taller after hitting her growth spurt. Just like the simulation, but not quite. Just like his own memory of them, but still not quite.
Well, except for one. Familiar, but not... quite. He tries not to stand there staring at Mitarai, for too long.
He looks back at her, arms crossed over his chest in a futile sort of self-hug. Komaeda had already told her... what had happened to the AI Chiaki, then.]
He didn't mean to kill her. Uh... you. [His frown falls, more solemn than before.] He wanted to kill us. He was the first one that remembered we were Ultimate Despair. I was the one that...
[The one that had realized what AI Nanami had meant, to get them to vote for herself. The one that had encouraged the others to do it. He... doesn't really have any right to regret it, he thinks, but sometimes he still does.]
Pekoyama killed Koizumi so that she could get Kuzuryuu to safety. Tanaka and Nidai... they both sacrificed themselves to save our lives. Tsumiki just wanted to make Enoshima happy... Hanamura thought he was saving the rest of us. He just wanted to see his mom again. [There's a quiet frustration, bubbling under the surface. None of them had done anything wrong in the simulation, not really. It was hard to forgive for killing his friends, but it was harder still to blame any of them, when they'd been trapped in the same cruel game they'd inflicted on others.]
...Yeah. He said the same thing to me-- that it was a... game, or something? [His expression sort of... wrinkles, not exactly getting sadder, but his frown was just as strong.] But the first killing game... we broadcasted that all over the world. And Enoshima had memory wipe technology... I'm not so sure. [...Kaito gave him a headache.]
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Well, except for one. Familiar, but not... quite. He tries not to stand there staring at Mitarai, for too long.
He looks back at her, arms crossed over his chest in a futile sort of self-hug. Komaeda had already told her... what had happened to the AI Chiaki, then.]
He didn't mean to kill her. Uh... you. [His frown falls, more solemn than before.] He wanted to kill us. He was the first one that remembered we were Ultimate Despair. I was the one that...
[The one that had realized what AI Nanami had meant, to get them to vote for herself. The one that had encouraged the others to do it. He... doesn't really have any right to regret it, he thinks, but sometimes he still does.]
Pekoyama killed Koizumi so that she could get Kuzuryuu to safety. Tanaka and Nidai... they both sacrificed themselves to save our lives. Tsumiki just wanted to make Enoshima happy... Hanamura thought he was saving the rest of us. He just wanted to see his mom again. [There's a quiet frustration, bubbling under the surface. None of them had done anything wrong in the simulation, not really. It was hard to forgive for killing his friends, but it was harder still to blame any of them, when they'd been trapped in the same cruel game they'd inflicted on others.]
...Yeah. He said the same thing to me-- that it was a... game, or something? [His expression sort of... wrinkles, not exactly getting sadder, but his frown was just as strong.] But the first killing game... we broadcasted that all over the world. And Enoshima had memory wipe technology... I'm not so sure. [...Kaito gave him a headache.]