[Something squirms in his stomach. Writing it off had been exactly what Komaeda planned to do, but clearly that's not going to be happening. This is a hope he doesn't want, but it's fluttering in his chest nonetheless.] You don't suppose Skaia would give him extra lives like a true video game protagonist, do you? [It's meant to come out joking, but the wavering that bellies the words gives... something away. He refuses to put a name to what it might be.]

As for getting to Derse... [Komaeda breathes in deep as they exit the room. Out here, he can hear that musical hum that constantly curves through his land like a river. Nearer or farther depending on how it bends. Listening to it is... nice.] I suppose it would defeat the purpose if you simply left me behind, but I don't think I'll be getting to sleep anytime soon. [Not with all these worries clamoring noisily in his head. With the words he says next, though, Komaeda shoots him a cheerful smile.] You could knock me out, if you'd like, though! I wouldn't mind in the slightest, especially if that would be more convenient for you.

[The smile falters, ever so slightly.] Although it might be more trouble than it's worth. I... probably wouldn't do you much good even if I accompanied you. I am still able to godtier, but... [Komaeda exhales through his nose, hard, before straightening up and looking Dirk right where he imagines his eyes to be.] I'm the Heir of Light, but it's a liability at best and non-existent at worst. From a time I was too young to even remember, fortune has never smiled on me. If anything, it's done precisely the opposite. [He forces a smile again, small and self-deprecating.] I'm sorry that of all the ones to call you out, it had to be me, the one whose the most useless... I'll help to the best of my abilities, but the best I can do might just end up being staying as far away from you as I can, lest I make things more of a mess than they already are.