[Silence. Komaeda stares at Red and peers up at the stars overhead. He doesn't want to answer. Yet despite that desire, his lips move and his quiet breathy voice is hushed.] Until I came to this world, I couldn't even fathom the concept directed at me or me feeling like that.

But as more people important to me leave...I like to think we're still connected. All of you, your voices and hands will always reach me. This is what I choose to believe. [His grey eyes meet Red's again a soft smile on his face.] Is that what you mean?