[Sunny certainly couldn’t speak to what a ‘normal state of mind’ was. He was pretty sure he didn’t have it either. Still… they seemed to be heading in the right direction. The light was ahead of them, continuing that ever slow gait. Thankfully.
But Nagito was… pessimistic? Sunny wouldn’t have pegged him for that either, not now and not before the crossing. Maybe… Nagito just thought he was pessimistic? His outlook certainly looked like an optimist, from what he was describing.]
That… must be nice… [It was the closest he’s gotten to a regular conversation, ironically enough. The voices were small echoes right now, a brief reprieve. Who knew how long it would last? Or… maybe he had just gotten better at tuning them out. All but his father’s.
To create hope out of nothing… to triumph over despair… the way Nagito talked of others, it seemed like they were superhuman. Ironic, considering the fact that Sunny thought Nagito almost one himself (the metal arm certainly sold that fact).]
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But Nagito was… pessimistic? Sunny wouldn’t have pegged him for that either, not now and not before the crossing. Maybe… Nagito just thought he was pessimistic? His outlook certainly looked like an optimist, from what he was describing.]
That… must be nice… [It was the closest he’s gotten to a regular conversation, ironically enough. The voices were small echoes right now, a brief reprieve. Who knew how long it would last? Or… maybe he had just gotten better at tuning them out. All but his father’s.
To create hope out of nothing… to triumph over despair… the way Nagito talked of others, it seemed like they were superhuman. Ironic, considering the fact that Sunny thought Nagito almost one himself (the metal arm certainly sold that fact).]