[ He doesn't want this to continue any longer. Hiyori doesn't want it to hurt any more than it already does, he doesn't want to feel it, he doesn't want to transfer it to another, he just wants it to be over. There's so much of him missing. He can only imagine the permanent damage that he would be left with. He was a director of ASUNARO, and so Hiyori would be allowed to live his life crippled no more than he would be allowed to die. He would be given treatment that no other would have access to. Komaeda could repeat this torture a dozen times and he would be patched up each time.
His mind protects him from the the knowledge of the long and agonizing recovery that awaits him after this, and if he were just a little bit weaker it would be able to protect him from what comes next in his current nightmare. He's too far gone to grip the knife properly, but Komaeda can guide his hand. It's love, a spouse supporting their ailing husband. There's a weak resistance as he tries to pull his hand away, but love can overcome that well enough for the knife to press against Komaeda's chest. Hiyori would describe it as such without a doubt were he holding the knife - an endless love, deeper than the ocean, between two people that allowed one to overcome any hardship.
Love is a reason to live, it's a reason to kill, to help and hurt, and it's a reason to ignore the every want of your beloved for their own good. Isn't that why people marry? To support in sickness and in health? Hiyori is ill. He lacks hope and despair alike, he lives a life free of any concerns at all, and now his body is failing him just as readily. His breaths are slow and shallow, and they'll stop the moment he lets the room fade into darkness. But that might be fine, because once a person exchanges vows they've already fulfilled their purpose in life, and a knife can be used as well as a ring to complete that exchange.
There's a little hitch, a shake of his chest that might be an attempt at a sob. Komaeda, or himself? If he were of sound mind, he would never choose the latter. He was too strong, too aware of his own worth to accept damage to his body. He would sacrifice anyone, sacrifice anything, in order to achieve his goals and reach those heights he wants to. But he's not. He understands that this is a vow, a promise of love, and that this pain won't stop, and nothing more, so what comes out instead is the exact opposite of his desires, ]
Myself...
[ His voice is weak enough that it's barely audible, and any third party would be able to recognize that he's not capable of understanding what he's agreeing to. It's just habit that leads him to choose himself, just as he always does and always will. ]
SIGH LET THEM HAVE THEIR CUTE HIGH SCHOOL ROMANCE they'll "wake up" in yogen together
His mind protects him from the the knowledge of the long and agonizing recovery that awaits him after this, and if he were just a little bit weaker it would be able to protect him from what comes next in his current nightmare. He's too far gone to grip the knife properly, but Komaeda can guide his hand. It's love, a spouse supporting their ailing husband. There's a weak resistance as he tries to pull his hand away, but love can overcome that well enough for the knife to press against Komaeda's chest. Hiyori would describe it as such without a doubt were he holding the knife - an endless love, deeper than the ocean, between two people that allowed one to overcome any hardship.
Love is a reason to live, it's a reason to kill, to help and hurt, and it's a reason to ignore the every want of your beloved for their own good. Isn't that why people marry? To support in sickness and in health? Hiyori is ill. He lacks hope and despair alike, he lives a life free of any concerns at all, and now his body is failing him just as readily. His breaths are slow and shallow, and they'll stop the moment he lets the room fade into darkness. But that might be fine, because once a person exchanges vows they've already fulfilled their purpose in life, and a knife can be used as well as a ring to complete that exchange.
There's a little hitch, a shake of his chest that might be an attempt at a sob. Komaeda, or himself? If he were of sound mind, he would never choose the latter. He was too strong, too aware of his own worth to accept damage to his body. He would sacrifice anyone, sacrifice anything, in order to achieve his goals and reach those heights he wants to. But he's not. He understands that this is a vow, a promise of love, and that this pain won't stop, and nothing more, so what comes out instead is the exact opposite of his desires, ]
Myself...
[ His voice is weak enough that it's barely audible, and any third party would be able to recognize that he's not capable of understanding what he's agreeing to. It's just habit that leads him to choose himself, just as he always does and always will. ]