[Oh good - even if Nagito’s pace was automatic and slower than usual, they were still moving. Sunny didn’t have to worry about the dark catching up to them that way.
He listened silently, taking the information in. That grating, taunting voice that cut in every so often… must have been the serial killer. And while the thought of even being in the same room as one caused a cold shiver to creep through Sunny, Nagito… didn’t seem bothered by it at all.
All those horrible things the other teen had experienced, and he was still…]
Optimistic. [The word slipped from him before he could take it back. But… that was what Nagito sounded like, to him. Believing in hope, making the best of a situation… they were all things people who ‘looked on the bright side’ could do. No wonder it seemed like he got along well with Kel.
All things that Sunny was incapable of. Because no matter how hopeful a situation might, there was a distinct difference between him and Nagito… everything that had happened was Sunny’s fault. Being kidnapped by a serial killer, finding that lottery ticket… he was pretty sure they weren’t the direct result of something Nagito himself had done.]
How…? [He bit back the rest of his question. But… maybe more than anything… Sunny really wanted to know how Nagito had been able to move on.
You can’t. His father’s voice reminded him. You don’t deserve to.]]
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He listened silently, taking the information in. That grating, taunting voice that cut in every so often… must have been the serial killer. And while the thought of even being in the same room as one caused a cold shiver to creep through Sunny, Nagito… didn’t seem bothered by it at all.
All those horrible things the other teen had experienced, and he was still…]
Optimistic. [The word slipped from him before he could take it back. But… that was what Nagito sounded like, to him. Believing in hope, making the best of a situation… they were all things people who ‘looked on the bright side’ could do. No wonder it seemed like he got along well with Kel.
All things that Sunny was incapable of. Because no matter how hopeful a situation might, there was a distinct difference between him and Nagito… everything that had happened was Sunny’s fault. Being kidnapped by a serial killer, finding that lottery ticket… he was pretty sure they weren’t the direct result of something Nagito himself had done.]
How…? [He bit back the rest of his question. But… maybe more than anything… Sunny really wanted to know how Nagito had been able to move on.
You can’t. His father’s voice reminded him. You don’t deserve to.]]