That's how it felt, not what happened. [He says it pitilessly, but softly. As if he was having a normal conversation. There are threads of behavior connecting Nagito now to Nagito before all this happened because they've always been the same person capable of the same gentleness and cruelty. And, like Nagito often does, he keeps talking without waiting for a response.] I was sick. Did I mention that? Sorry, my memory isn't the best. I had a problem with that, too, actually, but that would have taken much longer to kill me.

Or is it that you can't remember how you died? I know how, but I'd been dying for so long, it would have been hard to forget. The last day, though--I can't really remember it. [Nagito laughs, but it's a smaller, lost sound.] I wonder how long it took for anybody to notice?