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[He almost doesn't say it to her—almost leaves it locked up in his head and in his heart like all of the other earnest things he thinks about her. How she makes him feel like he's floating instead of sinking.
Like the moment an explosion goes off and his vision is filled with blinding, radiant light.]
And I don't plan on leaving again... but if I do, make sure you talk to the Fog God about bringing me back.
[It's a joke, mostly.]
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[If she were saying it aloud, it would come out in a choked sob-laugh hybrid, messy and wet-sounding. As it is, she just assumes he'll understand. She doesn't know how to explain, but — he usually understands.]
i'll rip her throat out. nobody's ever doing that to you again.
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i realized while you were gone
when you disappeared
i realized i never wanted to keep someone safe like i want to keep you safe
i always thought that kind of thing would feel like a weight on me
but it just feels right
like i've been this fucked up wrong shaped key this whole time and you're the lock i was always supposed to fit
i didn't know loving someone could feel good like it does with you
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He's never really thought about being kept safe. Sure, overreaching statements like "protecting everyone" have included him before—but this is different. This is just for him. She wants to keep him safe and it causes this sickening emotion called love to throb through his chest and tremble his fingers as he finally responds.]
I had never been with anyone before you... you were my first for a lot of things, Lila. And for a long time... I was so scared to love you.
"What if this blessing and curse called luck hurts her? What if she dies because she's too close to me?" That's what I thought. I told you about it too, back then...
But you weren't afraid of me.
[He can feel tears cresting in his eyes. This sucks, he doesn't want to cry. He wasn't expecting to have a conversation that would make him cry.
He pauses to rub at his eyes before he continues.]
You said you would beat my luck, because you wanted to be by my side... No one had ever said that to me before.
This place may be despairing, but you're here. So I'll always come back... I promise.
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[Maybe people expect a fairy-tale prince, like she had, once upon a time. But she doesn't want that. She wants him. She wants all the jagged, messy parts that make him Komaeda. The idea that she's the first person who saw that in him — sometimes it drives her crazy.]
[For the first time, she feels something new about this whole endeavor. That she wants someone else to love Komaeda, because he deserves it. Because he wants to be loved so badly, and she wants that for him, too.]
i trust you
[The single greatest honor she can give to anyone. He's had it since almost the beginning.]
i love you
is this the part where i should start talking about sex again so we stop being all weepy and emotional
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It's still jarring, because he shouldn't have his Ultimate Luck... he shouldn't, but damn does he feel so lucky to have her.]
That's where you're wrong, because even our sex will be weepy and emotional.
[Okay, he's trying to make a joke to ignore the way his stomach flip-flops. Maybe if he says more words then things will get better (lie).]
When do you want to do that by the way?
[...]
So I can prepare myself... mentally.
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[At first. She's known Komaeda a while now, and she's pretty good at decoding Komaeda-isms. This one is. Sure something. And almost definitely meant in earnest.]
< zhar-ptitsa > is typing . . .
how long do you need to prepare yourself mentally
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It's not even that he's overly attached to it, he just never expected to ever, well... be in this position.
So he panics. Komaeda's fingers hesitate on the keyboard, typing out responses that are over-thought to the point that when he reads them, they don't make sense. Or they're too short, too concise, too sudden. To the rhythm of his own thundering heartbeat, he keeps smashing the backspace key.
Minutes pass by until, finally, he takes a breath and manages to type something that makes sense out.]
Next month, let's go on a date. I think that will be enough time.
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[Hm.]
[Glowing eyes squint at the message, shining near-blinding light on the screen. She considers.]
i can feel you panicking from here.
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...
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I'm always panicking, Lila.
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panicking about sex sounds shitty. are you sure picking a day is a good idea?
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That way, I won't know until we're there.
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it's a good idea though. and we can call it russian roulette if you want.
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Fortunately, he's distracted by something much more important.]
Russian Roulette is cool but dangerous. I'm fine with regular dating.
Where do you want to go on our regular date?
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[That response sure came fast.]
i'll possess it and walk around and freak people out. then we can have shit amusement park food and slushees.
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Do you like fast rides, Lila?
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cool
i don't know. probably, but i've never been on one. you?
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Before, I would never ride things like roller coasters, because they had the highest accident rates. It would surely be a death sentence for an unlucky guy like me. The carousel had been my favorite ride since I was a kid. The way it goes up and down as it spins is so slow and relaxing. I never feel like I'm in danger at all...
But, the reality is that I no longer have my Ultimate Luck... so maybe I can finally try thrilling rides without fearing my inevitable and painful death!
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what if we try one, and if you hate it we can go on the carousel? you just have to swear in blood you won't tell anyone you saw me on the carousel.
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[He's smiling—all big, and comfortable, and full of love. She always knows exactly what to say, never invalidating his fears, no matter how silly they sound.]
I mean, I should say that I have been on a roller coaster, but only once. In the simulation. Nothing bad happened on the ride itself but... I still avoided the roller coaster afterwards.
[But this amusement park must be pretty new, huh...]
When did Amusement Mile appear?
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[she lies]
jeez, i'm not sure. i haven't gone yet honestly. early fall i think, like right after you disappeared. i . . . didn't really do much around then in general, so i don't remember.
but it doesn't matter. it's not actually open until i get there, and by extension, when you get there. so you'll be at the grand opening.
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He's happy that she's the one that smooths it over, so he doesn't have to.]
Should I dress nice, then? For our date at the grand opening, that is. I could even bring you flowers. What kind do you like?
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i
i don't know
nobody's ever gotten me flowers before? i never thought about it
[It's embarrassing. Why is it embarrassing. Why doesn't she hate it.]
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What if I bring you flowers I think you would like?
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