It was my talent. [Surely that should explain everything. Except it doesn't really. He stays pressed close to Makoto, his brain too full of static to work himself up over it.] It wasn't an important talent. I've always known that. But it was still the only thing--the only thing about me that mattered--!

[According to their world. According to Hope's Peak. According to everything he's been taught and known and internalized, maybe more than anybody else.]