[He doesn’t understand the depth of her words, how she could have completely forgotten about their lives together before Ryslig; but he doesn’t have to, not when her tone and the way she holds her body—as if it were something foreign and unwanted for once—says enough. Komaeda, despite his apprehension to get closer to her before, scooches just a little be nearer to her, until he can feel the barely there tickle of her fronds against his arm.]

…I promised that I would protect you… But I failed.

[Worse, yet, is that she had to not just see the ugliest parts of him, but live through them personally. To feel the vindication that he felt, condemning all of their friends to death with one final firework act.]

…I never wanted you to see that. That was the only thing I wanted to keep from you.