Komaeda doesn't really remember Junko's voice. He may be a god, but his memories of Junko Enoshima were erased prior to his death. He knows of her, thanks to the file Monokuma gave him, but it's not like the Future Foundation had included a voice clip in the file.
But when he's grabbed, and he hears that voice...his body reacts. It's like lightning down his spine, a feeling that doesn't seem to be either disgust or ecstasy but something weirdly both. And when he turns to look at her - well, he recognizes her face from the file, at least, and that explains the reaction he's having.
The Ultimate Despair. She's standing right in front of him. It occurs to him, briefly, that she's supposed to be dead...but he realizes quite quickly that, then again, so is he.
He smiles at her. He's honestly not sure how he feels - if he wants to stab her, or if he's outright breathless to be in her presence. Eventually, he decides it's both; they needn't be mutually exclusive feelings.
There's a quiet, viciously pleased feeling looking at her, however. With his death, he'd sown the seeds of destruction for the remnants of Ultimate Despair. It's true, he doesn't know how it all went off...and he has enough lingering respect for Chiaki and Hajime to think that they might actually pull his friends through. (Does he want that or not? Ultimate Despair as a whole is a source of conflicting feelings.) But there's every chance that he succeeded...and that he brought an end to Ultimate Despair. That he is, in fact, the Ultimate Hope, confronting his counterpart.
That's a giddy little thought. Not one he can take complete confidence in, but enough to not feel at a complete disadvantage.
His concern for the people around him has been completely overwhelmed by this new development. There's way too much to deal with here for him to split his attention that much.]
I didn't expect to see you here, Junko. To think that someone like me could end up in the same afterlife as someone like you... [He readjusts the neck of his hoodie where she'd tugged on it.] Vending machines don't interest me that much, though...I always wind up with too many snacks or drinks.
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Komaeda doesn't really remember Junko's voice. He may be a god, but his memories of Junko Enoshima were erased prior to his death. He knows of her, thanks to the file Monokuma gave him, but it's not like the Future Foundation had included a voice clip in the file.
But when he's grabbed, and he hears that voice...his body reacts. It's like lightning down his spine, a feeling that doesn't seem to be either disgust or ecstasy but something weirdly both. And when he turns to look at her - well, he recognizes her face from the file, at least, and that explains the reaction he's having.
The Ultimate Despair. She's standing right in front of him. It occurs to him, briefly, that she's supposed to be dead...but he realizes quite quickly that, then again, so is he.
He smiles at her. He's honestly not sure how he feels - if he wants to stab her, or if he's outright breathless to be in her presence. Eventually, he decides it's both; they needn't be mutually exclusive feelings.
There's a quiet, viciously pleased feeling looking at her, however. With his death, he'd sown the seeds of destruction for the remnants of Ultimate Despair. It's true, he doesn't know how it all went off...and he has enough lingering respect for Chiaki and Hajime to think that they might actually pull his friends through. (Does he want that or not? Ultimate Despair as a whole is a source of conflicting feelings.) But there's every chance that he succeeded...and that he brought an end to Ultimate Despair. That he is, in fact, the Ultimate Hope, confronting his counterpart.
That's a giddy little thought. Not one he can take complete confidence in, but enough to not feel at a complete disadvantage.
His concern for the people around him has been completely overwhelmed by this new development. There's way too much to deal with here for him to split his attention that much.]
I didn't expect to see you here, Junko. To think that someone like me could end up in the same afterlife as someone like you... [He readjusts the neck of his hoodie where she'd tugged on it.] Vending machines don't interest me that much, though...I always wind up with too many snacks or drinks.