𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 @gcods
We’ll never be those kids again, echoed Tsumiki-san words into his mind. Such reassurance, coming from her, frontally exposed to him as one of her friends was welcomed into gentleness --- or at least, what could be considered as one. He didn’t expecting to receive some appropriate treatment upon his persona when some details would be unlocked into conversations, neither an interest bring to his disgusting person. We’ll never be those kids again, she had said when he would have be so happy to becoming the indirect murderer of the rest of the survivor for catching up the traitor among them. He would have be so happy to killing them all by turning the entire killing game against them --- because they would be no one to push guilt at than himself, wanting to get rid of the monstrosity of their existence, of this opposite whom he himself had touched and explicitly refused to be. How that making him that different of memories he vaguely had of a time when despair was his value? How that could justify in any way he wasn’t neither apologetic about his own actions? The perfection of his talent turning every misfortune into something greatest --- meaning than right now, having escaping death, having touching the revival of a previous self and having greatest hope into his hands, what kind of persona would be becoming coming from that? His life never have been as insignificant that his beloved Hinata-kun into his gloomy normality or calm in the pleasure of the talents that his friends possessed --- he was the one locked in a circle, determined by the chance of the events and the beauty of the result which came from them, in all beauty and in all the horror it was these fragments attached to his personality which created him each day.
We’ll never be those kids again, she was saying. Komaeda could picturing perfectly into his mind, if she was exposed such words to Hajime and not with him, how hope terms would have come from it: ‘we might survived something you changed us forever but our past innocence are gone and the blood in our hands are still into your memories --- we must look forward and create ourselves once more ‘. Hinata-kun would say something like that: watching towards a hopeful future; him, the boy who sacrificed his own identity for the sake of talents by becoming someone such interesting. Passionate features were ready to come out again to the mere thoughts of any kind of hope that could bring to their experience but he managed to behave temporary. He wasn’t the right person to reassuring with when tragedies happened into his life, when disappointment hitting him --- he had been since his birth a tragedy survivor, the factory itself of hope, the personification of luck. Jealousy could even come towards Naegi Makoto in which that resourceful boy who created hope --- although having known the depths of despair in a similar atmosphere of a killing game, he had managed to create a wonderful hope without falling into deeper misfortune. Couldn't he consider fortunate while his embodiment wasn’t free from this despair?
A frightening smile managed to originate into his lips in a certain beauty. We’ll never be those kids again, it will be longest memories their peaceful time into Hope Peak Academy when nothing could imagining how different their life would be of what they had imagined. We’ll never be those kids again, as they had overcome their greatest despair they created to themselves and the world. Pause was allowed gently towards Tsumiki-san before words come out, without any restraint in the energy and the splendor of these. ❝ Tsumiki-san --- you are a small fragment of hope in an assembly of several, a wonderful diamond that has been polished to shine on the whole world, a beauty waiting to be seen by the rest of the world and seen as the creator of the most wonderful fragments of hope that I can imagine! A fragment who have been tainted by despair, a diamond that was broken into a thousand pieces and then rebuilt on their own by being assembled again thanks to this hope that was transmitted, a diamond with so much blood that cleaning any portion took so long --- but which was able to be reborn by shining stronger, by showing how precious and important this diamond is to the world. That's why I love each of you. This is why I love this hope which can be reborn in yourself in the greatest despair and win. ❞ He had a pause before his smile turned innocently. ❝ --- but for you others, what has been a deeper despair, the height of misfortune, a circumstance interspersed with actions is nothing but another of a bad experience, something that you will not relive, something that you guys would be protected from because you wouldn't want to fall again. ❞ The illusion of real empathy was displayed on his features as he demonstrated how much he trusted what he had said before. ❝ But for me, what was a horrible despair of what my own identity can generate, the negation of my own values, what this despair pushed me to do without the slightest regret to destroy it at the care, this despair who pursues like a shadow where any chance can hide a greater misfortune behind --- is just a small drop of water which adds to my experience. ❞ Indifference and disinterest perceived in his expression not caring at all about the interpretation she could make of her confession. ❝ It’s is part of my talent of being lucky --- what this gift allowed me to live so long. ❞ A cheerful smile welcomed his features before returning into apathy. ❝ We have the opportunity to move on in our existence differently from what we have been --- but we will be marked by our own actions. We are almost back to where we started but our life experiences will be remembered. In this sense, we will no longer be the kids we used to be --- for a better hope. ❞
