[ Ah, a complete rejection. He's visibly crestfallen by the end of Komaeda's response, shoulders sagging as he slumps down. His hands tighten behind his back before they sink back down to his side. He's not surprised in the least. This was, most likely, the only way that Komaeda could respond. He could only see himself as someone who could not even be granted an opinion. It was a truly sad state of affairs, and each time he hears it, it strengthens his resolve a little more. He's grateful for this cute patient of his, who ensures each time they speak that his resolve will never waver.
Komaeda, his precious patient, who had gained the love that no ultimate could now. Komaeda, whose love was so pure and honest that it made his heart skip a beat. Komaeda, his cute, precious patient, whose brilliance was wasted. For that cute Komaeda, he forces a pained smile that he gradually trains into something more natural. He offers a nervous little laugh in response to the final question, remorse creeping into it. ]
Y-yes, of course... [ His voice falters for just a second before he corrects it, ] I apologize, Komaeda-kun, I shouldn't demand so much of you.
[ He has no interest in the thoughts of other Ultimates, who all came to the same drab conclusions. It was like glimpsing into an echo chamber, back then and even now. It so often manage to be even more tiring than dealing with the drab majority, who had least made every effort to struggle their way to talent and would occasionally stumble onto something of interest. Every once in awhile one of them would come to him, and he would see their charm and talent, and he would extract every last thought and feeling out as he showered them with every last bit of affection.
Ultimates were no different. If he wanted to, he only need take them, and they would bend before him. He could give them all of his love, but their thoughts were rarely anything he couldn't think of himself. When compared to that, the person before him and their blunt rejection was something that could leave his heart pounding in his chest.
He shifts the subject: ]
And I did promise that I would discharge you if you cooperated, didn't I? You did well, and I'm sure that you've had enough of me for one day, so why don't I write you that letter now? If you wouldn't mind coming back to my office for just a minute... I seem to have forgotten to bring my pen and pad with me.
it's not normal but midori is a vampire so it probably would be fine to feed it to him
Komaeda, his precious patient, who had gained the love that no ultimate could now. Komaeda, whose love was so pure and honest that it made his heart skip a beat. Komaeda, his cute, precious patient, whose brilliance was wasted. For that cute Komaeda, he forces a pained smile that he gradually trains into something more natural. He offers a nervous little laugh in response to the final question, remorse creeping into it. ]
Y-yes, of course... [ His voice falters for just a second before he corrects it, ] I apologize, Komaeda-kun, I shouldn't demand so much of you.
[ He has no interest in the thoughts of other Ultimates, who all came to the same drab conclusions. It was like glimpsing into an echo chamber, back then and even now. It so often manage to be even more tiring than dealing with the drab majority, who had least made every effort to struggle their way to talent and would occasionally stumble onto something of interest. Every once in awhile one of them would come to him, and he would see their charm and talent, and he would extract every last thought and feeling out as he showered them with every last bit of affection.
Ultimates were no different. If he wanted to, he only need take them, and they would bend before him. He could give them all of his love, but their thoughts were rarely anything he couldn't think of himself. When compared to that, the person before him and their blunt rejection was something that could leave his heart pounding in his chest.
He shifts the subject: ]
And I did promise that I would discharge you if you cooperated, didn't I? You did well, and I'm sure that you've had enough of me for one day, so why don't I write you that letter now? If you wouldn't mind coming back to my office for just a minute... I seem to have forgotten to bring my pen and pad with me.