[Yeah, whatever, alright, he's the goddamn cat's meow. But more importantly, the gesture of Hajime looking through the eyes really strikes home a sort of complacently... settled feeling with a lot of this. He's always had trouble making the right types of connections with people, always thinking that it was because of a difference of perspective.]

Careful, next thing you know you're gonna start cursin' up a storm and bitchin' about how much adults suck.

[And maybe it's a good thing that he didn't actually try to put that thing on, since it's seen... a lot of blood. A lot of Ryuji's sweat. The occasional moment where his eyes were wet from his overemotional state. And it's probably gross.]

Yeah. All of us do. Not to sure on the exact mechanics, but mine appeared when we were all in danger. I thought... Shit, this is how it's gonna end, right? And a voice called out to me and told me to not accept things the way they were. Next thing I know, we're kickin' ass. It happened like that... pretty much for all of us, I guess.