[honestly, there's probably a little bit of what Komaeda's saying that hits home. when he'd been human, though he'd been good at most things that had been thrown at him, he knew he was nothing. he was treated like he was nothing, some kind of weird kid whose wins were overlooked by the fact that he seemed mentally ill to most.
he'd felt like nothing, who couldn't get past his own strangeness, so he had decided to give himself a metamorphosis. but even then, it'd been by his own hand, and not by someone like that. then, with sheer willpower and his own mind, he had been able to transcend to something much more powerful. he'd finally been worth something.
even though then it still wasn't quite enough for him. if it was, he wouldn't have given Neku the gun to erase his existence completely. he'd seen someone else who could surpass him completely...but he hadn't taken it. it makes him all the more fond of the boy but also sad whenever he thinks about it, because finally at least he was something to someone, even though he'd completely given up on the notion that it'd happen.
he's broken out of his thoughts when he feels Komaeda's touch on his elbow, and he glances down at it before he looks away again. he takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly through his nose to make himself refocus on the here and now.]
I've dealt with someone like him before. Chaos for chaos' sake, instead of trying to make something come out of it, is something that I'm afraid gets under my skin. People like that...I hate being on the defensive. Cleaning up after them.
[he'll drop several cars on them both if he has to.]
That said, I don't mind a little bit of chaos. If I didn't give others some sort of will, then it'd be boring to me. But those that can't be controlled at all, who thinks that their power can overcome mine...those are the ones that need to be reminded who's in charge.
[he could be talking about what he'd read in the morning paper, or the weather, for all the seriousness that's coming out of his mouth. but it's not reflected anymore in his tone, it becoming a lighter one the more he speaks about it.]
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[honestly, there's probably a little bit of what Komaeda's saying that hits home. when he'd been human, though he'd been good at most things that had been thrown at him, he knew he was nothing. he was treated like he was nothing, some kind of weird kid whose wins were overlooked by the fact that he seemed mentally ill to most.
he'd felt like nothing, who couldn't get past his own strangeness, so he had decided to give himself a metamorphosis. but even then, it'd been by his own hand, and not by someone like that. then, with sheer willpower and his own mind, he had been able to transcend to something much more powerful. he'd finally been worth something.
even though then it still wasn't quite enough for him. if it was, he wouldn't have given Neku the gun to erase his existence completely. he'd seen someone else who could surpass him completely...but he hadn't taken it. it makes him all the more fond of the boy but also sad whenever he thinks about it, because finally at least he was something to someone, even though he'd completely given up on the notion that it'd happen.
he's broken out of his thoughts when he feels Komaeda's touch on his elbow, and he glances down at it before he looks away again. he takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly through his nose to make himself refocus on the here and now.]
I've dealt with someone like him before. Chaos for chaos' sake, instead of trying to make something come out of it, is something that I'm afraid gets under my skin. People like that...I hate being on the defensive. Cleaning up after them.
[he'll drop several cars on them both if he has to.]
That said, I don't mind a little bit of chaos. If I didn't give others some sort of will, then it'd be boring to me. But those that can't be controlled at all, who thinks that their power can overcome mine...those are the ones that need to be reminded who's in charge.
[he could be talking about what he'd read in the morning paper, or the weather, for all the seriousness that's coming out of his mouth. but it's not reflected anymore in his tone, it becoming a lighter one the more he speaks about it.]