[He's silent for a few moments, turning over the Ferryman's words in his head.] ...Alright. [Nagito is used to having to accept things that happen to him. Usually, it involves more violence, more blood, more tears. If this is what he has to accept next--
It's good luck, probably. He manages a smile, shyer than his usual ones.]
Okay. If it's just this much, I can get used to it.
Thank you.
[For talking to him, or for taking his luck? Nagito doesn't clarify, and hurries off before he can hear an answer. He can't turn this into a clean, easy relief yet, but if it's not his fault that his luck is gone, if it's not his responsibility anymore, then maybe, eventually, he can find something like that.]
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It's good luck, probably. He manages a smile, shyer than his usual ones.]
Okay. If it's just this much, I can get used to it.
Thank you.
[For talking to him, or for taking his luck? Nagito doesn't clarify, and hurries off before he can hear an answer. He can't turn this into a clean, easy relief yet, but if it's not his fault that his luck is gone, if it's not his responsibility anymore, then maybe, eventually, he can find something like that.]