[He's a weird boy...weird and probably depressed.]

Sometimes I don't understand myself, either, but it's the way I've always been. The way I've always thought.

[He doesn't know why he's the one who managed such a thing, under Mohs' disdain and the weight of his own lies, the trouble he has coming to terms with his own identity. The only other one of them to survive (to his knowledge) became bitter and hateful and longed for an end. Their original himself had so much hatred over his pre-determined fate. Maybe that's the reasonable path. Maybe he's just not reasonable.]

In any case, I don't intend to make good on my objective anytime soon. I couldn't do such a thing in good conscience, so I'll be working hard at staying alive.

[He pauses, either oblivious to Akechi's frustrated confusion or simply choosing to smooth past it.]

So for as long as we're both still here, I'd like it if we could be friends.