[A shift in the way the shadows fall catches Nagito's attention--they're back within view of the others, as much as anyone on this journey can be said to be in view of anything. It places them at the back of the group, but they're walking together again. Nagito, meanwhile, is looking less manic and more tired. That doesn't change the sharp look in his eyes, though. He wraps his free arm around himself.]
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Who knew death could be so troublesome?