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room 6
Nagisa's room is, unsurprisingly, pretty neat and respectable, with a tall stack of books from the library on the floor next to the bed.
The Monokuma plush he made at the Build-a-Friend workshop is wearing a plastic crown he got from the vending machine, but rather than sitting on his bed like one might expect, it's on the floor by the closet, facing the wall.
The desk is where most of the interesting things are. There's a photograph of a smiling green-haired girl in a wheelchair half sticking out of the envelope he'd gotten from the motive in week 5. There are two pages pulled out from his notebook under the cloudy blue soul gem Oriko had given to him, with notes written on them:
Uno, Mizuki-chan -
Follow Mikuni's advice. The book that acts as Nursery Rhyme's soul has to be here, but it's probably well guarded. She told me before that she and Alice had their own personal floor here somewhere, and that seems like the logical place to keep it. That rusted door at the end of the hall on the fifth floor might be a good lead too.
I'm sorry for leaving this to you. I know there was never any chance of us seeing eye to eye on everything, but I still respect you both, and I'm glad to have worked beside you. You might not want me to refer to you as such now, but thank you for being my friends.
- Shingetsu Nagisa
And under that one:
Allen, Gilgamesh -
I was lucky to have you as a team. I'm sorry.
To the side are a handmade book all in crayon, and the notebook he's been using to record all of the memories and notes he's afraid of losing. (see comments; cw: suicide and child abuse)
The Monokuma plush he made at the Build-a-Friend workshop is wearing a plastic crown he got from the vending machine, but rather than sitting on his bed like one might expect, it's on the floor by the closet, facing the wall.
The desk is where most of the interesting things are. There's a photograph of a smiling green-haired girl in a wheelchair half sticking out of the envelope he'd gotten from the motive in week 5. There are two pages pulled out from his notebook under the cloudy blue soul gem Oriko had given to him, with notes written on them:
Uno, Mizuki-chan -
Follow Mikuni's advice. The book that acts as Nursery Rhyme's soul has to be here, but it's probably well guarded. She told me before that she and Alice had their own personal floor here somewhere, and that seems like the logical place to keep it. That rusted door at the end of the hall on the fifth floor might be a good lead too.
I'm sorry for leaving this to you. I know there was never any chance of us seeing eye to eye on everything, but I still respect you both, and I'm glad to have worked beside you. You might not want me to refer to you as such now, but thank you for being my friends.
- Shingetsu Nagisa
And under that one:
Allen, Gilgamesh -
I was lucky to have you as a team. I'm sorry.
To the side are a handmade book all in crayon, and the notebook he's been using to record all of the memories and notes he's afraid of losing. (see comments; cw: suicide and child abuse)
page 6
Killing our parents was a necessary step and it was well-deserved. I [ There are eraser smudges here that indicate that there was originally something else written, but there's not enough of an imprint from the previous letters to tell what it said before. ] don't have any regrets about it and I've never doubted that action. I don't need to remember what Mother's face looked like or what Father's last words were.
I need to remember what they did to me so that I don't have second thoughts or lose motivation.
They had me so that they could have an experimental subject for the study of talent development. From the beginning, their intention was to see what happened if they pushed a child to the breaking point.
They never showed me any affection or treated me like a person. My only value was in my academic accomplishments. They treated raising me like a game.
I was never permitted to take breaks from studying at home. Sometimes it would be up to 4 days at a time of nonstop reading and writing. They'd make me live off of IV fluids, and if I got tired, they'd add in drugs to boost my energy and shine bright lights in my eyes so I couldn't fall asleep. If I resisted, they'd cut me or hit me. If this sounds farfetched, you can see all the needle and knife scars for yourself.
I was under constant surveillance at school too, because Father was a respected teacher there, and Hope's Peak supported his research into talent. I couldn't be free anywhere.
They wanted to replace me because I wasn't performing well enough as a test subject. They didn't care when I was abducted.
Killing myself was preferable to continuing to exist under those conditions. Bringing someone into the world and then pushing them to suicide is unforgivable.
So I can't regret it.