[ She thinks back for a moment to her two older samples. Her grandmother went mad with grief after her grandfather died, and she's never known her father not to be mad over her mother (her own fault, partially, she knows but there's nothing for it but to hope for his recovery. haha. hope. what a joke that is.), and then --
Then there's this boy. There's Komaeda. It doesn't really contradict what she's seen; so, after a amassing a solid collection of three in-depth samples, she reaches the conclusion that this is what love is like, and she feels almost grateful she's a heartless piece of garbage. (Almost. Maybe she'd like to try being happy too. Fat chance.)
But how can she save someone who doesn't want to be saved? That's the riddle. ]
In that case, Komaeda, do you feel happy? Could you feel joy being entirely disregarded, as well, rather than simply reviled?
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[ She thinks back for a moment to her two older samples. Her grandmother went mad with grief after her grandfather died, and she's never known her father not to be mad over her mother (her own fault, partially, she knows but there's nothing for it but to hope for his recovery. haha. hope. what a joke that is.), and then --
Then there's this boy. There's Komaeda. It doesn't really contradict what she's seen; so, after a amassing a solid collection of three in-depth samples, she reaches the conclusion that this is what love is like, and she feels almost grateful she's a heartless piece of garbage. (Almost. Maybe she'd like to try being happy too. Fat chance.)
But how can she save someone who doesn't want to be saved? That's the riddle. ]
In that case, Komaeda, do you feel happy? Could you feel joy being entirely disregarded, as well, rather than simply reviled?