[If Komaeda isn't careful, a sudden large hammer head is going to be swung at him.
However, it doesn't seem that he actually sees the god. Rather, it's more like he's still trapped in whatever nightmare's engulfed him. He can still hear that mocking laughter, the slide of a petite hand on his chest, that childish giggle in his ear.
What's the matter, Bookman? She's gone now anyway. You can't bring back someone who's turned into ink.]
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[If Komaeda isn't careful, a sudden large hammer head is going to be swung at him.
However, it doesn't seem that he actually sees the god. Rather, it's more like he's still trapped in whatever nightmare's engulfed him. He can still hear that mocking laughter, the slide of a petite hand on his chest, that childish giggle in his ear.
What's the matter, Bookman? She's gone now anyway. You can't bring back someone who's turned into ink.]