[If he were feeling well enough for it, Komaeda would likely follow up his request with another snide remark of: is this how you treat the recently dead? But Lila's too quick for him, and he's much too tired. So he goes where she guides him—a gangling heap of barely coordinated limbs—only to shoulder-check the wall the moment he's brought in.

Where Lila can see him, he almost looks normal. Almost.

Though he might appear half naked and a bit thinner, what's most shocking is the lack of that overlong tail that would most likely be grasping for her if it were there. Instead, what remains is that same angry, irritated flesh still stubbornly clinging to bone—which appears to be in the midst of reforming its next vertebrae, too. But in true Komaeda fashion, he hardly seems bothered when he rolls his head and smiles over his shoulder at her.]

Would it be too much to ask for some water? I'm actually really thirsty... and I just had to walk a lot farther than I'm used to.