[ He's this close to slapping Komaeda in the face with the tips of his fingers or so help him. What saves both of them the indignity is the bark of a laugh that slips out of Rokuro despite himself, that makes him pull away and turn around to stare Komaeda in the eyes. ]
There is nobody who would pay my ransom.
[ This isn't for ransom. Even as a hostage, the only man powerful enough to warrant such a thing wouldn't care enough to look his way. No, this is happening because this is just how the world is, and so, he will act in brashness and in anger and carve what path he can on fraying puppet strings. ]
What is it that you want?
[ There's not much Rokuro can offer, the both of them know this. But he is stubborn and tenacious and, good or bad, he makes things happen. ]
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There is nobody who would pay my ransom.
[ This isn't for ransom. Even as a hostage, the only man powerful enough to warrant such a thing wouldn't care enough to look his way. No, this is happening because this is just how the world is, and so, he will act in brashness and in anger and carve what path he can on fraying puppet strings. ]
What is it that you want?
[ There's not much Rokuro can offer, the both of them know this. But he is stubborn and tenacious and, good or bad, he makes things happen. ]