[It's impossible not to notice it. The surge of electricity that blows a few circuits within the apartment, or likely more; or the way the air hums with the current of Lila's anger. It's not the first time Komaeda has witnessed it, and he knows it likely won't be the last.
In his despair-addled mind, he notices the similarities. The destructive rage, of wanting to hurt just as much as she's been hurt. He notices it, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, Komaeda turns away from the proffered water and he takes a wavering step towards her suspended form.]
Lila.
[His voice is soft, gentle. It's the voice of someone meaning to soothe, rather than be soothed. And he smiles, as he offers her his hand (it's shriveled, like a fish left out long enough in the sun to wither), because he knows that to touch her right now might makes things worse.
But if it's her choice, then it might be alright.]
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In his despair-addled mind, he notices the similarities. The destructive rage, of wanting to hurt just as much as she's been hurt. He notices it, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, Komaeda turns away from the proffered water and he takes a wavering step towards her suspended form.]
Lila.
[His voice is soft, gentle. It's the voice of someone meaning to soothe, rather than be soothed. And he smiles, as he offers her his hand (it's shriveled, like a fish left out long enough in the sun to wither), because he knows that to touch her right now might makes things worse.
But if it's her choice, then it might be alright.]
Will you take it with me?