[ He wishes he could say the same, about not knowing. Unfortunately, he's only ever able to forget when that memory is freely given, or forcibly taken, and Komaeda's memory is too far ingrained to be either.
He squints at the boy across from him, seeking and failing to find the recognition in those eyes. Disappointment quickly gives way to resignation, and since his captors had the foresight to tape his mouth shut, he turns his attention to escape instead, preferring to die on his own accord rather than wait and let death come.
With practiced movements, he works to dislocate his thumbs to free his hands from the bindings, to rub the edge of the tape against one shoulder in an attempt to lift it, puffing his cheeks and working his tongue to loosen it from inside. All while giving Komaeda a deadeyed stare because 1) you're wrong, 2) shut up ]
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He squints at the boy across from him, seeking and failing to find the recognition in those eyes. Disappointment quickly gives way to resignation, and since his captors had the foresight to tape his mouth shut, he turns his attention to escape instead, preferring to die on his own accord rather than wait and let death come.
With practiced movements, he works to dislocate his thumbs to free his hands from the bindings, to rub the edge of the tape against one shoulder in an attempt to lift it, puffing his cheeks and working his tongue to loosen it from inside. All while giving Komaeda a deadeyed stare because 1) you're wrong, 2) shut up ]