[Sunny nods, a seriousness taking over his countenance and then-]

Nothing.

[At least, that’s what he says at first. He’s still cataloguing his thoughts, so while he might have given Nagito a mild heart attack… he finally continues after a few beats of silence.]

Before… that is… hope… wasn’t what I felt.

[Some might have called it other names: obligation, duty, holding on, self-preservation… for Sunny, it wasn’t something like that. It was simply the fact that Sunny couldn’t atone.]

But… you show… hope is light. Light when… it’s dark… [Sunny hated the dark. He also wished he could believe in it: Hope. Wished that he could give Nagito a better answer… but maybe it didn’t have to be complicated.] It isn’t… for someone like me… I don’t… [Deserve it his father’s voice echoed that sentiment. Sunny had already hit despair four years ago. He couldn’t say he was holding onto hope… not when all he had done till now was indulge in his own comfortable fantasies. But…] We’re… here… does that… mean something?

[It had to, at least for people like Nagito and Frieda and Kel… even maybe his sister. Even if her being here was a form of his own personal hell…]