[He doesn't say anything right away, his gaze darting away again and fixating on something elsewhere; he lets his hand scrape against the wall idly, and otherwise it's...again, as though Naegi isn't even there, as far as he's concerned.

Again, he has to force out what words he has to offer, when he does speak.]

...what happened...does it...really even matter, back home?

After my brother and I are...gone...does it matter to anyone...?