[He wanders inside, closing the door behind him before moving to sit on the opposite end of the couch. At first he doesn't actually say anything, eyes down on his hands as they fidget with the edge of his hoodie. He's trying to figure out how to start this...despite all of his practicing and going over what he wanted to say in his head, he's lost on what he should say. But he's not going to back out of it. He's here, and if he doesn't say anything it'll just keep hurting...so he takes a deep breath.]

...Saihara-chan, I...wanted to apologize for everything. Everything. I know I already apologized for some things but that was such a cheap and cowardly apology. I should have given you a better one, so I'm...sorry for that, first. And. And I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused. For not cooperating, for meddling so much, for laughing at everything...I shouldn't have done any of that. I should have-- [He pauses, struggling a little with getting the next part out. He knows he was doing what he could to survive, and that he hadn't brushed the whole thing off completely, at least not in secret, but...] I should have taken it more seriously. I'm sorry I made fun of everything, I'm sorry I laughed at...a-at...at Gonta and Iruma-chan's deaths, at making him chase and catch all of you, at the trials, at everything.

And I'm sorry I was so antagonistic in trials. I'm sorry I didn't just tell you all about Iruma-chan's plans, and that I insulted so many of you and couldn't play nice. K-Keebo too. I don't like him, but I didn't have to say everything that I did. A-and I'm sorry for kidnapping Momota-chan, and for making that stupid plan up at all, and forcing Harukawa-chan to do what she did. I should have just...killed Momota-chan myself, I should have gone to the trial and died that way, I should have known my plan wouldn't work like that--I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't. I'm sorry that there's still a part of me who thinks I did what I had to, that I'm not wrong...

[By now he's started crying, and it's nothing like the previous apology. It's not quiet tears that he can wipe away and get over quickly. While he's not sobbing, the strain is in his voice, and even when he wipes his face, more tears just follow in their place. All of this has been killing him, just eating him up inside, the guilt just so heavy and hard to carry...]

I-I hurt everyone so much, and I'm. I'm so sorry I did. I never...ever wanted to hurt anyone. I really didn't. I just didn't know what else to do, and I got mad and frustrated and jealous and. And I was already so far in my stupid plans. And none of that is an excuse, and I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry for...for the way I am. I'm sorry for being such...s-such an...a-an awful person. Someone who doesn't deserve to be around you or a-anyone else. Mean and terrible and a liar and a killer a-and--

[And if there's anything that's supposed to come after that, he can't get it out. He just...breaks, a choked and vocal sob finally leaving him. His hands lift up to cover his face, the leader curling up as much as he can when sitting criss cross on the couch, crying hard and openly. He doesn't know what else to do, and he hates that. There's more he should say, more he should apologize for, more he should do instead of just crying like a baby like this, but his vocal chords won't work anymore...he's sorry for that, too.]