I'm lucky. It's not much of a talent, I know, but it's mine. [Sunny tugs, and Nagito starts moving again. Slowly, as if he were drifting on the River instead of walking on it, but moving back toward the group regardless.] When bad luck happens, it mean good luck is coming. That's always how it's been. Like the serial killer who kidnapped me in middle school. [He gestures around them with his free hand in reference to the various voices around them, now that he's again aware of more than just Enoshima's voice. That's the memory he used to start this particular Crossing to begin with.] He couldn't random me because I was an orphan by that point, and he stuffed me into a garbage bag, but while I was in there, I found a winning lottery ticket. So really, it was good luck in the end. Hope shines bright because despair is so miserably dark.