[Komaeda gets it, after hearing about other worlds. He gets it, even without hearing about other worlds. The home that lives only in his memories, untarnished by terrorism in the name of despair, feels as if it's a distant fantasy now. Some nights, when he would close his eyes and try to sleep, he would see the Hope's Peak Academy at his entrance ceremony—instead of the one that came after, living on in his nightmares.

So many people hurt... It's a good thing they're here now—he still believes that.

But he's pulled from memory lane, his attention returning to Hinata even if he looks to have never pulled it away. His slim smile remains, unrelenting, as he tilts his head curiously.]

Try to think, Hinata-kun... I said that this place is a convergence of space and time.

[Just because they're here now, doesn't mean he won't take the opportunity to test that tightly compacted brain again. In a way, this is nostalgic too; and whether Hinata is keen on going along with Komaeda's little game or not, he doesn't seem to care.]

How could they be from our world, but you wouldn't be able to meet them?