...Yeah. There's... another thing, too. Some of the reason I was afraid of him was that we're actually alike. In certain ways. I was obsessed with Hope's Peak and becoming more than I was, and he was obsessed with hope and those who were supposed to be the hope of everyone.
[He just, you know. Didn't want to recognise the "being alike" part for the longest time.]
And, you know... it's not like I never thought it, when I was trapped back there. Before I found out everything.
"If I kill someone, maybe I'll get out". Maybe if the situations had been a little different, if I'd been targeted more by the 'evidence' and whatever, then...
[He trails off, and then he shakes his head. He can forgive and move on not just because he knows that many of the things that happened were his fault, but because he could understand the feelings of those who killed.
. . . 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.]
[Hinata glances over, not asking why he's being thanked. But he gets it. He feels a similar tinge of gratitude, nudges lightly against Leon as they head toward and into the bar—]
Yeah.
Thanks to you, too. [—there's no other person he could've asked to go out and do this with him. Every friend he has is important to him, but there's just something with Leon that makes this easier to do, to have asked. All right— time to just forget about everything!]
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[He just, you know. Didn't want to recognise the "being alike" part for the longest time.]
And, you know... it's not like I never thought it, when I was trapped back there. Before I found out everything.
"If I kill someone, maybe I'll get out". Maybe if the situations had been a little different, if I'd been targeted more by the 'evidence' and whatever, then...
[He trails off, and then he shakes his head. He can forgive and move on not just because he knows that many of the things that happened were his fault, but because he could understand the feelings of those who killed.
Even Tsumiki, even Komaeda.]
...Ahh. We really need a drink, Kuwata.
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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.
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Yeah.
Thanks to you, too. [—there's no other person he could've asked to go out and do this with him. Every friend he has is important to him, but there's just something with Leon that makes this easier to do, to have asked. All right— time to just forget about everything!]