—✩ Kisaku Hotaru (Uʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ Iᴍᴘᴏsᴛᴇʀ)さんのイラストまとめ

@UltiTherapy --"other memories. Far worse memories. It's been years since *any* of
this stuff has happened but. Apparently the trauma my mind has experienced
is far stronger than my will to fight it off. It's not as bad as it used to be but...
it'd be nice to put it all to rest for good."

@CapriciousLuck "W... WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP. MESSING WITH MY HEAD!"
Was Hotaru even sure Nagito was doing this on purpose? Nope.
She had absolutely *no* idea what was going on. This was wild.

@UltiTherapy "So what, you work for the Foundation now too? I'm sure
they've probably demonized me to hell and back with their
files on me. I.... suppose it would be a good idea to be honest
here." The blonde would force herself to look at Usami. "Have
you been informed I'm not Togami?"

@CapriciousLuck "..... Wait. Where did that mustache come from?"

"..... Komaeda. are you convinced that I am a Pokemon?"

@UltiTherapy This.... this was the very last thing Hotaru had been expecting
to see *this* flash upon the screen. And the look of shock and
confusion on her face was almost comical. "...... What?"

@murdermechanic --"can finish me off. End it. Please. I don't deserve
to live knowing I hurt you so bad.... I'm *begging* you...."

@murdermechanic --The imposter took the drill in her hands once more, holding it out
to Souda with a trembling hand. "P.... Please.... *I* am the one who....
who should have been hurt.... you don't.... you don't deserve to be....
to be hurt.... please let me patch you up and.... and then you"--

@HopeDancer13 "I had a discussion with Kirigiri-San. And we decided it would be
best to use my talent to travel back to the city disguised to bring
us back food. I have put a large amount of effort into assuring I
will not be caught so this will work and we can get more food sooner."--

@murdermechanic Souda might have been practically bathing in lustful despair and
need for the imposter, but she was not okay. she was to okay at all.
The girl was trembling far worse, her breaths quick and unsteady.
The drill turned off and clattered to the group noisily. "Sss... Souda..."--