. . . Yeah, no kidding. C'mon, let's get in there and get wasted!
[This has never sounded like a better plan than it does right now. Yes. Please.
He thinks of talking about it—explaining what it was like, all the crap no one knows, not even his classmates, because back then they hadn't cared to listen. Or maybe it was Monokuma who hadn't cared to let them? If they had, would that have changed anything? Would they only have been more upset at the inevitable? (And would that be so bad? Do any of them feel anything now, when they talk to him? Do they ever have dreams about him dying, the way he does?)
Forget it—he doesn't want these thoughts. He wants a drink. To the bar with them.]
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[This has never sounded like a better plan than it does right now. Yes. Please.
He thinks of talking about it—explaining what it was like, all the crap no one knows, not even his classmates, because back then they hadn't cared to listen. Or maybe it was Monokuma who hadn't cared to let them? If they had, would that have changed anything? Would they only have been more upset at the inevitable? (And would that be so bad? Do any of them feel anything now, when they talk to him? Do they ever have dreams about him dying, the way he does?)
Forget it—he doesn't want these thoughts. He wants a drink. To the bar with them.]
—Thanks.