[ They hold hands so much to the point that it might as well be a thing between them, tbh. It's their secret comfort handshake now. But at the mention of his own memories, Daisuke looks at Naegi and blinks. His smile disappears, but he doesn't frown. he wasn't expecting it to be turned around on him. ]

My... memories. [ He repeats quietly, trying to collect his thoughts and attempting to piece them together to form a coherent reply. ]

You remember what I said about being a thief and stealing stuff? [ Please don't let him say it again. ] There was a guy who was trying to catch me. From what I remember, he was also... my friend? Which is weird, because I thought friends don't usually arrest each other, but it might have been more about who I usually go as when I go do heists and stuff.

... I have a feeling that it's kind of complicated. I don't really understand all of it myself.

[ His hands with Naegi's tighten a little, but never enough to hurt. It's as if he's trying to ground himself to reality while peeking at his other memories. ]

It's like... he wanted to be my friend? But at the same time, he didn't want to have anyone close to him. Which I can understand, since you wouldn't really want to be friends with someone that you're trying to arrest, but, like...

[ Be calm. Deep breaths. ]

I felt that we're kinda similar, in a way. There's just a key difference: I had support from the people around me, but I think he didn't... so that's why he ended up being miserable about his situation.

[ . . . ]

So he. [ A pause. ] Had a gun in his hand... and... said that I couldn't understand him at all.

[ He swallows. ]

Then he... put it to his head.