To celebrate a certain white haired fluffy luckster’s birthday I’m going to talk about Komaeda in my Mastermind Makoto au. First though, a little background on the ultimate despairs
In this universe his class are not mind controlled, because mind control is boring, and people keep doing Junko’s plans before she can and it’s driving her up a wall. Instead, when Kamakura was created a sliver of Hajime remained, not a lot, but enough to influence and whisper to Izuru. Hajime, desperate to be mourned, to be avenged, managed to get Kamukura to inform Chiaki and all the reserves about what had happened in hopes that it would be an interesting reaction. The reserves of course near immediately start rioting while Chiaki fell into a deep despair, her class followed her into despair like falling dominoes, so angry at the world, so mad at the injustices that were happening, so determined to rip and tear until they couldn’t shed another tear. As the world fell the sliver of Hajime left was thrilled he had become a martyr, that his name had become a war chant, that he would be remembered, that the world knew him and what had been done to him.
Komaeda followed ultimate despair because he both cared deeply for Chiaki and also was really excited to see the hope that would bloom from all of this. He didn’t do much beyond wander for his first year or so of the tragedy, just following the whims of his luck as he kept an eye out for his friends. Eventually his luck led him to a broken down but still working tv playing the killing game and he was enthralled.
The way hope and despair intermingled, the mastery of dancing a tight line between the two, the force of making a choice and the denial of a middle ground. It reminded him of himself, how the cycle of the show matched his own cycle of luck, and when the reveal happened, that the hopeful Makoto was the mastermind, how Makoto rejected apathy, how he spit vitriol about useless words that were neither poison nor cure, Nagito completely agreed with everything he said. He had finally found someone who understood on some level his philosophies, and he was so deeply enthralled into borderline worship.
With his luck it wasn’t too much longer after the broadcast ended for him to very literally be thrown into Makoto’s life of a fugitive. Enthralled and deeply in love, Nagito begged Makoto to take him on as his disciple, prostrating himself in front of him. Makoto smiled, pulled Nagito to his feel, and happily agreed to be friends. Soon though after a bit of time of the two traveling together Nagito was officially made the Harbingers Disciple, as Makoto was really glad to finally meet someone who actually understood his philosophies and methods. While Nagito did creep Makoto out, the two were fast friends as Makoto passed his knowledge and mission down to his new student, and also some just general therapy about self worth because Makoto is still Makoto at heart.
Thus when he heard Chihiro’s neo world program and how they were bringing in the remnants, Nagito wrinkled his nose at such an easy hope. It was too easy, no lasting hope would come from gently pushing someone down a predetermined path. It’s just more apathy hidden under well wishes with no one ever taking actual responsibility. Really, he had higher hopes for the programmer turned hope.
No one gets a free get out of jail card here, to just smile and pretend like he and his fellow remnants never made a choice in the first place is nothing but laziness that robs the world of the actual bright beautiful hope that comes from making a new choice instead of ignoring an old one. He’d remind them all that apathy disguised as hope is more worthless then even despair. If his friends want redemption, they had to actively choose that hope, not let someone else gently smile at them and let them forget the world and their responsibilities just because they said sorry. No, it was too late for apologies, there would be no hope from just forgiving and forgetting. Komaeda will so mercifully grant the ability to choose with a fun little program he and his teacher made.