[Nagito has wished before that it was easier to draw his moments of supernatural misfortune onto himself. Of course, if his luck worked like that, he'd have died long before he did. Something a little gentler--he'd had a dream like that, he thinks, when he was in a coma. Of course, even then, he hadn't dreamed about simply not having luck. And being undefined by talent--he doesn't even know how to approach that. When Makoto says it, it sounds so nice. But it can't be like that for real. Talent is too important.
He might have said something, except Makoto hugs him again. And so he lets it go this time. Just for right now.]
I don't think I know how to do that. [He knows he doesn't know how to do that. Slowly, he loops his arms around Makoto in return. It's loose, like he expects to immediately wear out his welcome, but it's a hug nonethless.] But--it's very hopeful, watching you.
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He might have said something, except Makoto hugs him again. And so he lets it go this time. Just for right now.]
I don't think I know how to do that. [He knows he doesn't know how to do that. Slowly, he loops his arms around Makoto in return. It's loose, like he expects to immediately wear out his welcome, but it's a hug nonethless.] But--it's very hopeful, watching you.