"You're just some nobody from the Reserve Course who never had a talent to begin with." Each word comes out with burning scorn, Nagito'a lips pulled into an angry sneer. "A nobody who forgot he was a nobody. That's all.*

Saying it made him feel so much better... or at least it should have.

To an extent, it felt good to unburden his feelings. He couldn't reveal all that he had learnt, so really it was more pent up from learning everyone had a hand in creating despair.

Hajime was just the only target he could be openly cruel to right now.

....And yet, something felt heavy in his chest.

There's a way the boy's eyes widen with hurt before it meekly trails to the ground as he stumbles for his words.

Ah... feeling bad for a step-ladder who thinks he's above the symbols of hope surrounding him.

"That's right! You were never an umtimate!"

Heavier. Harder. Why? Why does he feel so... bad at Hajime's reaction?

"You had no talent whatsoever!"

Is this... despair...?