"Recently, I've been thinking... ever since Palitutu gave us that ultimatum, during the fight with the Ultima Weapon, and even up through the fight that just ended, I thought she reminded me of someone I knew in my own world," Chiaki offers, stepping forward into the debate.
"Her name was Junko Enoshima. A few of you know this already. Junko was obsessed with despair, and wanted nothing more than to spread it to every corner of the world. She didn't even care about throwing her own life away, because it meant she'd finally succumb to that same despair. I thought Palitutu had become like that from all the knowledge she'd gained up until now. It seemed like she'd given up on beating the Calamity, and had given into the idea of it destroying everything."
She pauses for a moment, shaking her head.
"But now I realize that was wrong. Palitutu had never given into despair, not even for a moment. She said it herself - she didn't give up on hope. The problem is, her hope had become twisted. She wasn't like Junko at all... she was more like another person I knew at home: Nagito Komaeda."
Another pause, as she chews her lip a moment. There are some bad memories associated with this guy.
"Nagito believed in hope as much as I do, but it was a black and twisted kind of hope. He felt that the only way hope could shine as brightly as possible was through the darkness of the deepest depths of despair. He wanted to see that bright shining light, so he did everything he could to drive the people around him to the absolute brink of despair. In the end, he believed so strongly in that ideal that he sacrificed himself for it. He believed so strongly in the ability of the people around him to embody and become hope, that he was willing to give his own life to give them that chance."
Frowning, she glances at Palitutu's body as the life begins to ebb from it.
"I think that's what Palitutu must have felt. She believed in her own ideals... but I think, in her own twisted way, she believed in us, too. And getting us to kill her was the only way to prove to herself that all her work hadn't been for nothing. Bringing her back now would be spitting in the face of her hope, of the dream she worked so hard to bring about. We might think of it as mercy, but I'm willing to bet she wouldn't see it that way at all. That's why I think we need to respect her wishes, believe in our own hope, and use what she left behind to save this world."
She knows not everyone will understand or agree, but Chiaki couldn't stay silent through all of this without saying her piece. There's a brief glance to Jack in particular as she finishes.
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"Her name was Junko Enoshima. A few of you know this already. Junko was obsessed with despair, and wanted nothing more than to spread it to every corner of the world. She didn't even care about throwing her own life away, because it meant she'd finally succumb to that same despair. I thought Palitutu had become like that from all the knowledge she'd gained up until now. It seemed like she'd given up on beating the Calamity, and had given into the idea of it destroying everything."
She pauses for a moment, shaking her head.
"But now I realize that was wrong. Palitutu had never given into despair, not even for a moment. She said it herself - she didn't give up on hope. The problem is, her hope had become twisted. She wasn't like Junko at all... she was more like another person I knew at home: Nagito Komaeda."
Another pause, as she chews her lip a moment. There are some bad memories associated with this guy.
"Nagito believed in hope as much as I do, but it was a black and twisted kind of hope. He felt that the only way hope could shine as brightly as possible was through the darkness of the deepest depths of despair. He wanted to see that bright shining light, so he did everything he could to drive the people around him to the absolute brink of despair. In the end, he believed so strongly in that ideal that he sacrificed himself for it. He believed so strongly in the ability of the people around him to embody and become hope, that he was willing to give his own life to give them that chance."
Frowning, she glances at Palitutu's body as the life begins to ebb from it.
"I think that's what Palitutu must have felt. She believed in her own ideals... but I think, in her own twisted way, she believed in us, too. And getting us to kill her was the only way to prove to herself that all her work hadn't been for nothing. Bringing her back now would be spitting in the face of her hope, of the dream she worked so hard to bring about. We might think of it as mercy, but I'm willing to bet she wouldn't see it that way at all. That's why I think we need to respect her wishes, believe in our own hope, and use what she left behind to save this world."
She knows not everyone will understand or agree, but Chiaki couldn't stay silent through all of this without saying her piece. There's a brief glance to Jack in particular as she finishes.