[ He shakes his head. This is a conversation in half-filled jigsaw puzzles, and Sayori's got so few pieces. But he's trying, he's trying very hard to give her the rest of them. ]

I- when I... When made that thing mad...and I didn't die. [ His heart's pounding. Sayori can definitely feel him trembling. His hands dig into the back of her shirt. ] I saved...six other people. But...two-hundred...eighty-seven others, they still... [ Burned, fried, fell. ] Some of 'em were...my... My classmates, my friends, I didn't- I didn't know, I woulda tried harder, if I knew they were going to--

[ Not important, not important not important not important-- He chokes in trying to take a breath to calm himself down. ]

But... But when I woke up, after- when I tried to- all except four of 'em, I can't- [ He doesn't like thinking about it, that day, gathered at the airport with a gaggle of people who don't exist for him, anymore, don't exist except- ]

The only thing I can remember is how they died.