I might have this wrong but it looks like you wanted someone to understand. Or at the very least to talk to someone who knows what it is like to be terrified of yourself. [Komaeda rises from the log and walks slowly forward to crouch before Red. His awful aura has subsided entirely, but the form remains.]

I'll listen. And as you can see, [He makes an all encompassing gesture to indicate all of himself.] I have no room to judge.