Ah, it's yours? [Normally Nagito would be more on the ball with that sort of thing, but his distraction is obvious on his face.] This is, for me, that is-- [He hesitates, uncertain.] Love, and acceptance. Not mine, of course. [Of course, because this is coming from Need's memory. Of course, because it could never be his.]

It's strange. It feels strange. [He wants it so badly. And just as much as he wants it, his thoughts rub against him like sandpaper, over and over telling him he doesn't deserve it.] People--haha, people don't understand me. Only...