Well, himself. Komaeda shakes his head. "It's not like that for me," he informs her. She may get the distinct impression that he believes every word he says. "I'm really not good for anything. Even if I ask someone else to teach me, I'm still more of a liability than anything else. It's best that I stay with the cats -- I had one as a pet when I was younger, so I'm at least marginally less likely to fail."

Basically, anyone else who took that training would do great at whatever job they tried, provided they applied themselves enough. Komaeda wouldn't, because he's Komaeda.

He stops to consider her second statement. "...Well... I'd like to believe that I can be good for something, sometime in my life. Even if I can't do anything spectacular... I can still support the people who are the torch-bearers of hope and accomplishment. If I can lift people like them a little bit higher, to a level they couldn't get to as easily on their own... if I could do that, I think I would die happy."