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Alright, Hikaru. It's been a week, and what I did took up four days - five if you count the morning after - so you've had that time, and extra.
Let's just go home, okay? I don't know how you managed to get so many people involved, and it doesn't really matter, and I don't know why you changed your hair again, and I just don't know, alright? I admit it. I didn't know, I'm sorry, I was stupid, and I should've trusted you more. There were a million and one different ways to get the same effect, but there was no time. I had to get you to understand before the Second Years came back from the trip, and you have no idea how dense you can be sometimes, so I didn't know how long it would take. I know that what I did was wrong, and took advantage of everything around me, and I manipulated you and Haruhi and everyone, and it was wrong and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done a lot of things, but I still did them, and I don't regret doing them. I only regret what I didn't do in that situation.
But, please, let's just go home and we'll talk everything over, alright?
Now I just need to actually say it. Though, for some reason, I feel I'd rather be doing endurance training, or making a documentary about some deadly animal.
Ahh... I should probably get this over with. Ripping off the wax, and all.
...And I'll stop humming funeral music, too.