[There's a pause, quiet—and perhaps only noticeable to a guy with the injected perception that could only exist within the Ultimate Hope. As if the spokes in cogs had fit perfectly together, turning, turning, until one cog didn't catch and the entire process came to a halt.
The Hinata he knew would do anything for his friends, he would fight for justice, and he would always come through with a solution to the problem. The Hinata he knew wouldn't sit idle in the face of despair, even for all those moments where hope seemed to drain from his worried expression.
So when he seems relieved that Komaeda is awake, and in his company, he can hardly believe it. In those final moments, on the fifth island of the Jabberwock archipelago, didn't it seem like Hinata hated him? And he was okay with it, then, too—because wasn't Hinata truly the embodiment of so much pain and suffering, in the form of Izuru Kamukura?]
You don't have to pretend, you know. [His words don't tremble, but he does cast his gaze away as shame flutters through his stomach,] I know I'm the last person anyone wants to see.
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The Hinata he knew would do anything for his friends, he would fight for justice, and he would always come through with a solution to the problem. The Hinata he knew wouldn't sit idle in the face of despair, even for all those moments where hope seemed to drain from his worried expression.
So when he seems relieved that Komaeda is awake, and in his company, he can hardly believe it. In those final moments, on the fifth island of the Jabberwock archipelago, didn't it seem like Hinata hated him? And he was okay with it, then, too—because wasn't Hinata truly the embodiment of so much pain and suffering, in the form of Izuru Kamukura?]
You don't have to pretend, you know. [His words don't tremble, but he does cast his gaze away as shame flutters through his stomach,] I know I'm the last person anyone wants to see.