[He stares at the ground. It feels like the grief has settled into his bones. He wants to cling to Chiaki, bury his face in her hair but it isn't her he's lost. Chiaki he loves. Nanami had been their hopeful leader that the grief of losing had given Enoshima a way in to destroying them all.]

...you're the first I've talked to about how I feel about it. [He says, his lips moving slowly. Every word feels dragged out of him. He'd been so focused on Hajime and Chiaki that when he hit his limit, he hadn't even seen it. Maybe he'd even subconsciously encouraged his own burnout. There's no way to know.]

It's a large basis for the hate I felt for Enoshima back then. I had more reasons to loathe her now but, [His laughter is bitter and gentle rain begins to fall. It forms little spikes of ice on the ground. After a few minutes it's clear that the ice and rain are forming the skeleton of a dragon.]

I keep thinking of how unfair it was. I could have dealt with it if we could have helped her! Enoshima killed her to break the whole class. She was used as a tool, Red! It might have been better if it was one motion! But it wasn't! We couldn't do anything for her and had to watch her battle for her life! Alone! While trying to get back to us! [Finally, finally, tears spill down his face, unchecked and he lets them fall.]

In a game that was rigged for her to lose!