[Junko's intimidated by nothing. That's her problem. She's looked into the abyss and it ran off scared of the even bigger abyss inside of her. If anything, she appreciates it when she can see a similar sort of lacking in someone else. This, this is why Komaeda with all his quirky luck and obsession with hope has been her greatest and fondest pet.

He's never boring. Never predictable. Well, under certain circumstances he is. Every move he makes in the game between them are incredibly obvious, but that doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy them. In fact, he's the only one outside of Matsuda and Muruko and that bitch Chiaki that's gotten the same sort of mixture of love and hatred that she's capable of having. Her classmates, well, she loved them too, but on a much smaller level than those four.

And Kamakura, well... for Izuru, it was amazement, but never love and he never could inspire hate either.

She twines their left hands, her left hands, together and leans over to put her head on his shoulder.]

Your devotion to me is so wonderful to see again, Komaeda-senpai. [She doesn't even mind his creepy laugh. She has her own.] It's nice to know that I was missed this much.

I wonder if the others will show as much as you have.

[Komaeda doesn't know that she and Kamakura had contingencies for the contingencies for the contingencies. She's planned everything out to the last molecule, and she knows about Jabberwock. In fact, she wants it. Because that means she'll be with her senpai forever. They'll always carry a part of her with them. Always and forever.

She drags the nails of her right hand down his face, leaving red tracks down the soft skin.]

But you, Nagito, you're my favorite.