SAVE ME

It was unusual to sit so calmly on the beach after everything that had happened in the past. There was no tension or resentment. Resentment of what? Of Murder? Nagito must be disappointed. The splashes of the waves were soothing. Waves touched old shoes and immediately disappeared back into the sea. The sun has long since set. It was cold and unpleasant, but they are both still sitting on the sand.        — Do you remember how I saved your life?        After a long silence, Nagito decided to say exactly that. That’s how? Good. It reminds of the time before Ibuki's death, when Nagito constantly boasted that without him, Rantaro would have already been in his grave. And it was true. Even now… Rantaro would surely have died if Nagito hadn’t forced him to walk faster, saving him from the explosion. He would have died if Nagito had told the truth at the trial. And Rantaro would probably be dead if it weren’t for the life-saving bottle of water that Nagito gave him. — And do you remember how I saved your life? Rantaro looks carefully. Studies every emotion on Komaeda’s face, trying to predict the reaction. Anger? Disbelief? Disgust? They haven’t known each other for long, but Komaeda seems to know everything about Rantaro. And Rantaro doesn’t know anything about Komaeda. Nagito grins, looking at the starry sky. With his eyes, he draws lines from star to star, drawing constellations. — More precisely, you almost took it… — You know, it was planned that you would be in Ibuki's place. Nagito’s eyes shine in the moonlight. He looks directly at Amami, not trying to look away. Like before. Nagito squints his eyes, and it’s impossible to tear himself away from them. Such an understanding, native look. The sound of the waves had long gone somewhere far away, it was no longer heard. Komaeda’s breathing could be heard. His heartbeat was almost audible. Such a strange, unpredictable heart. A beating heart. A living heart. — I know.