[Hajime stops and looks, really looks at the other boy, feeling his hands clenching into fists at his side. Back before they learned the truth about Hajime's talent, back before the Final Dead Room, Nagito had said he didn't want to die alone. How lonely it would be.
At the time... Hajime didn't know whether or not that was the truth, or just another story Nagito made up to try to gain his sympathy. He still isn't sure, just like he isn't sure right now whether Nagito's just trying to use him for some yet-unknown purpose. Build up his hope just to take a more perverse pleasure in it when he can't live up to it.]
...Why?
[Can he trust Nagito? If this were a class trial, all the evidence would be pointing to the contrary. No matter what the other boy says, Hajime can't know what's truth and what's a lie. But he has to ask, just like he has to care. Because after all of this... Nagito is still his classmate. Sonia wanted them to work together. Chiaki...]
I don't have any great "talent." You're not going to get to see a greater "hope" from anything I do.
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At the time... Hajime didn't know whether or not that was the truth, or just another story Nagito made up to try to gain his sympathy. He still isn't sure, just like he isn't sure right now whether Nagito's just trying to use him for some yet-unknown purpose. Build up his hope just to take a more perverse pleasure in it when he can't live up to it.]
...Why?
[Can he trust Nagito? If this were a class trial, all the evidence would be pointing to the contrary. No matter what the other boy says, Hajime can't know what's truth and what's a lie. But he has to ask, just like he has to care. Because after all of this... Nagito is still his classmate. Sonia wanted them to work together. Chiaki...]
I don't have any great "talent." You're not going to get to see a greater "hope" from anything I do.