[Nagito has definitely lost track of time--it's not too unusual when he's focused on a task, and being under the mud certainly doesn't help. Being yanked out startles him; but not enough for him to resist in any way. He scrubs mud away from his face and blinks, squinting in the light.]
That's--that's enough? [Without the focus that performing a task provides, the circumstances of his death strike again. Now that he's at the surface, he'll try to help pull himself back to shore--though it doesn't really seem like the Ferryman needs help, actually.] There were, um-- [A pause as he searches for the word and fails.] Things that didn't match up.
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That's--that's enough? [Without the focus that performing a task provides, the circumstances of his death strike again. Now that he's at the surface, he'll try to help pull himself back to shore--though it doesn't really seem like the Ferryman needs help, actually.] There were, um-- [A pause as he searches for the word and fails.] Things that didn't match up.