Nagito looks at you with his pale blue-gray eyes, but without any malice in them. He looks at you with a sort of longing in his eyes, as if he’s waiting for something, waiting for you to say something.

He’s so close, but so far away. He craves your attention, but he can’t seem to ask for it himself. The words just seem to elude him.

Nagito seems to be waiting for something, but what is it?