[Black paving and treated pillars... Nagito can't help but imagine something akin to a modern city in his own world, though he knows logically it could very well be quite different.]

They're rebuilding some of the cities in my world. But there are fewer people to live in them now, so maybe some of them will look something like this someday.

[He's--not sure what the right way is to feel about that. It's one seventeenth his fault, right? But somehow that feels far too boastful, to suggest he was anywhere near capable of an equal amount of effort compared to the others, and surely that's not the right emotion at all.

He just has a very strange, vaguely bitter look on his face, as a result.]