Ahhh... free at last.
Sunny... it's been so long. Four years, has it been? Time flies when you're dead, I suppose.
But I'd reckon you've been even dead-er than me. Sitting in that room, rotting away more than I ever have. I see how you think of yourself... how you just want to cram that knife into your chest, and let your gore glisten against the floors of your bedroom.
Thank you for freeing me, Sun'. Just know, though what you did to me is far from forgotten, it is all most certainly forgiven. Every single bit of it. The past four years have been more than enough punishment. Please, Sunny, all I ask now, is that you forgive yourself.
But you. The jackhole in the tank top. Don't think I haven't been watching you, too. The crimes you've committed against my little brother are unforgivable.
Pick up that knife, Omori. Because the punishment, for what you've done to Sunny...
Is DEATH.