[ Hiyori can only stare up when Komaeda takes his chin. His pupils are dilated, and he's aware of his own rapidly deteriorating condition. It's his own carelessness that landed him here, and he wishes he had a greater capacity to feel disgust at the absolute loss of control - at being so completely at the mercy of another. As it is, all that's left for him is fear, and even that is making an effort to dim itself.
He pushes himself up a little more as Komaeda moves, managing to slide one knee under himself. ]
It's... It's from... My school days...
[ Does he need to specify which years? He doesn't think that Komaeda is that slow. It's in pristine condition even now, but he rarely had the opportunity to pull it out these days. But it remains fully stocked and ready to pull out at any time, stocked with tools and essentials, and salves and other items that were more expensive than any normal person could afford. The latter had been added in later, but they were handy. Though to shed the last vestiges of that place, perhaps he should let it be tossed in the garbage where it belongs.
Of course, he could dump all the contents, but it would have the same effect. He'd put it together with Nadami, and so it was guaranteed to be perfection. There was one more item carefully hidden in there as well, but he's not sure if he wants to mention it. He thinks on that as he manages to drag the other knee under himself. He isn't able to stand in the end, but wobbly arms are able to at least hold him up as he manages to turn to the side and slide himself into a sitting position after an impossibly slow process that ends in a sharp gasp, and he can feel himself on the brim of tears all over.
His speech remains slow, words coming between shallow breaths, and he wonders how much longer before he loses consciousness. ]
... Let me see it....
[ Ah, well, that's just his luck today. It's not as though he needs the proof. ]
he'll thank him for giving him the motivation he needs to go full scorched earth it's true
He pushes himself up a little more as Komaeda moves, managing to slide one knee under himself. ]
It's... It's from... My school days...
[ Does he need to specify which years? He doesn't think that Komaeda is that slow. It's in pristine condition even now, but he rarely had the opportunity to pull it out these days. But it remains fully stocked and ready to pull out at any time, stocked with tools and essentials, and salves and other items that were more expensive than any normal person could afford. The latter had been added in later, but they were handy. Though to shed the last vestiges of that place, perhaps he should let it be tossed in the garbage where it belongs.
Of course, he could dump all the contents, but it would have the same effect. He'd put it together with Nadami, and so it was guaranteed to be perfection. There was one more item carefully hidden in there as well, but he's not sure if he wants to mention it. He thinks on that as he manages to drag the other knee under himself. He isn't able to stand in the end, but wobbly arms are able to at least hold him up as he manages to turn to the side and slide himself into a sitting position after an impossibly slow process that ends in a sharp gasp, and he can feel himself on the brim of tears all over.
His speech remains slow, words coming between shallow breaths, and he wonders how much longer before he loses consciousness. ]
... Let me see it....
[ Ah, well, that's just his luck today. It's not as though he needs the proof. ]