[For a split second, something wells up in Komaeda. Something nostalgic in a way that's both comforting and not. His stomach flutters, but it's not for any warm hopes that Hinata might feel similarly to him; instead, it's the rush of recognizing what good luck this all is—to not be hated—and with it, follows the dread that slides across his shoulders and clenches around his spine. Komaeda feels his shoulders tense, even if his smile is unmoving. He's talentless, he reminds himself, he doesn't have to worry about bad luck anymore.

But, he has to tell Hinata that eventually, too.]

Right... and here I remembered you saying the library was boring! [He laughs sharply,] but what if I told you that this place is sort of like a middle ground?

A place where multiple universes could converge, or even the same universe, from different points in time.

[He pauses, but starts walking—leading the way, confident that Hinata will follow.]

What would you make of that?