[He's silent again, pushing the cake on the plate more and more until it's a pile of mush infused frosting.

It's not fair. It's not fair that Naoya had to go through that. That he himself put Naoya through that. How traumatic, must it have been? To have had what must have been his only shot at freedom ripped out from under him?

God's love is boundless. What a load of shit. What a cruel game.]

You'll figure it out. I know you will.

[And...]

Even if it's because you do manage to kill me or otherwise make me see reason.