[Komaeda's voice pitches with a canid whine. His ears have peeled all the way back, his fluffy tail coiled around his hip. He doesn't look at her still, but he can feel her attention on him.
It feels like daggers.]
For you to have to endure something so awful... As if one death trap wasn't enough to live through... Why did it have to be mine?
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[Komaeda's voice pitches with a canid whine. His ears have peeled all the way back, his fluffy tail coiled around his hip. He doesn't look at her still, but he can feel her attention on him.
It feels like daggers.]
For you to have to endure something so awful... As if one death trap wasn't enough to live through... Why did it have to be mine?