Ah, my hair. [Nagito tugs on a lock of it. The very ends are a sort of pinkish brown, but it's not the sort of thing someone would really notice unless they were particularly observant or it was pointed out. Still, the implication is obvious now: it wasn't always white.] Though I think some of that was from stress. I learned how to accept my luck eventually, but when I was a child I wasn't as good at it.

[As if that's something to be fondly embarrassed about--a childish mistake, to be so upset about horrible things happening to you.]

And back home people were always saying I was too thin. That seems to have stuck around.

[But he doesn't think he'd recognize himself if he looked any other way, honestly.]