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(I got out my very sad playlist for this to get in the mood of things, anyway thank you for reading and voting!"

It wasn't like Izuru to feel this way, but with the other voice which sounds rather similar to his giving him a headache he gave in. Death was just part of life, besides he didn't want to die boring so it was fine with him with someone who interested him in the first place.

Nagito.

Izuru knew Nagito will be willing to die either way, though he doesn't know how to tell him that all this time his 'savior' was walking by his side. It wouldn't be shocking to see Nagito cry for hours, mostly because of the pain he endured and how easily it was to end it.

Even now Izuru felt, nervous. His mind process changed, it was as though his body was taken over by someone different but he still has his thoughts. Two voices and minds in one body if Izuru had to explain it.

Izuru went towards Nagito, unprepared on how to tell the situation. By now Nagito was on the ground, seems as though he body finally gave up on itself. Izuru just stared at Nagito. How can someone like him feel enough to die with.

"Hey Izuru, just give me a moment to catch my breath. I'll be back up soon."

"Right, we should prepare to get those colored gas bombs."

"I can't seem to walk, nor even stand."

"Have you tried to?"

"Yes, but after a couple of seconds being upright my head got dizzy and I then collapsed. Fun times."

"Then I guess I will look around, you can stay here."

"But what if someone finds me here and kills me on the spot?"

"Are you actually worried about that happened?"

"Of course not, I just don't want to die like that. I won't be used as a stepping stool for hope to win!"

"Yeah sure, then I'll just carry you."

"..huh?"

Nagito was rather speechless, eyeing Izuru who seemed serious. Looking through the eye protection Nagito also saw Izuru's appearance changed, it looked more alive. As though he wasn't a robot. Even so Izuru's left eye was fading into a green color.

With Izuru's voice also having hinted sarcasm in it he could only stare, Nagito's head began hurting again. With no thought process he saw something familiar within Izuru, as though they knew each other before.

"...Hajime"

"No, not even close."

"Hinata..."

"It's Izuru Kamukura, I really don't know how you messed up that bad."

"Oh yeah, sorry."

"So do you want me to carry you?"

"Why not."

With that Nagito was lifted up the ground bridal style, Izuru began walking around trying to find bombs on the wasteland which was a normal occurrence.

"So what colors do you want?"

"Red and gray, like our eyes!"

"I would've thought you would choose something about your savior."

"Honestly I give up, I'll die before I find my savior either way. Besides I'll probably like you more than them."

"So you're fine dying with me instead of your savior?"

"Quit joking you're making it seem like you'll come with me in the afterlife."

"..."

"...you were joking right?"

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