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hypomnesias
kunshu
hopefulpersona
anonnami
k-ainashi
sutaadamu
despairism
dimidiaeus
atzoatl
☣ — Green hues dyed red by the lenses of his mask roved over the group, assessing them thoroughly. What an interesting bunch of people... Each with their own unique 'aura', as some would say. Almost as if the stench of kibō was strong enough to be tangible, or the waves of zetsubō were a passing breeze.
"Ah... Are any of you in need of anything? Of course, someone as lowly as me most likely wouldn't be able to meet the requirements of talents such as yourselves..."
Komaeda's words were warbled and distorted by the filter, coming out as a tinny echo. Even so, his politeness came through loud and clear, as was his self-conscious nature; All, of course, a fabrication to hide any real emotion, akin to the shaped cloth on his face.
