It's the opposite. You can't grow unless you regret your mistakes. That's why pain is important. If you grow too numb, then you're no longer able to recognize it. It simply is... Ah, but I'll never regret our time together.
[ The words come out in a tired voice, one that's increasingly faded as he continues on. He watches Komaeda's exposed back now, arm wrapped around his waist now that he's rolled over. There's a hitch of breath as he tries to roll over, not managing much more than a slight twist of his torso. He wishes he could turn over so that he hold him close while resting his chin resting on the top of his head, leaning forward to take in the smell of his hair.
He can't though, and it's late and exhausted. Hiyori yawns, settling as best he can, and despite the throbbing pain he finds himself tired enough that his eyes won't stay open. It really is a shame that they couldn't do more when he'll be trapped here for a much longer period of time. His eyelids lower, and his voice is fading by time he finishes asking his question, ]
Will you come visit me...?
[ The slight movements promise that he's still awake, but he's just waiting for an answer now. He'll no doubt doze off shortly after receiving it. It probably doesn't matter whether or not he does, as he's unlikely to retain much of anything, but it sounds nice to him now. ]
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ok i can't even deny that, insanity is everything that i know and love
[ If he were more aware, he might continue responding with little contradictory comments. Komaeda might already visit his dreams, but such the vague and fleeting memories conjured by his mind can't possibly compare to time spent with him in the waking world. It's because he loves Komaeda, and however improper it is he's decided that he can love his form of love as well. It's no different than a child crawling before they walk, or training wheels on a bike, a tool to assist with learning.
Yes, he could learn to appreciate that kind of love, though the jealousy might seep into his heart and be pumped throughout his body, coming to guide his every thought and movement as it spreads.
But for now he's peaceful enough, and it seems that he's hit his limit on staying awake. His hand rubs at Komaeda a bit, and there's a mumbled little "here." That's not much more clear, but by time he's said that he's already on the edge of sleep, and it's seconds later that his muscles relax, his breathing grows more shallow, and movement and conversation both come to a halt. ]
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my definition of cute is objectively correct
[ The words come out in a tired voice, one that's increasingly faded as he continues on. He watches Komaeda's exposed back now, arm wrapped around his waist now that he's rolled over. There's a hitch of breath as he tries to roll over, not managing much more than a slight twist of his torso. He wishes he could turn over so that he hold him close while resting his chin resting on the top of his head, leaning forward to take in the smell of his hair.
He can't though, and it's late and exhausted. Hiyori yawns, settling as best he can, and despite the throbbing pain he finds himself tired enough that his eyes won't stay open. It really is a shame that they couldn't do more when he'll be trapped here for a much longer period of time. His eyelids lower, and his voice is fading by time he finishes asking his question, ]
Will you come visit me...?
[ The slight movements promise that he's still awake, but he's just waiting for an answer now. He'll no doubt doze off shortly after receiving it. It probably doesn't matter whether or not he does, as he's unlikely to retain much of anything, but it sounds nice to him now. ]
ok i can't even deny that, insanity is everything that i know and love
Yes, he could learn to appreciate that kind of love, though the jealousy might seep into his heart and be pumped throughout his body, coming to guide his every thought and movement as it spreads.
But for now he's peaceful enough, and it seems that he's hit his limit on staying awake. His hand rubs at Komaeda a bit, and there's a mumbled little "here." That's not much more clear, but by time he's said that he's already on the edge of sleep, and it's seconds later that his muscles relax, his breathing grows more shallow, and movement and conversation both come to a halt. ]