Ha... You all gathered together like this is quite a sight. Kanade, Mafuyu, Ena, Mizuki. How long do you plan to stay cooped up in that dark room, whining while rubbing your respective wounds? Did you think the world would take pity on you just because you scream about your heads burning up from a fever or crawl around like insects crying in pain? Listen well. That grand music you make, that lukewarm comfort you share every night... in the end, it's all just a refuge to avoid reality. Hiding behind a curtain because you don't want to get hurt, pretending to be frozen because you're afraid to see your real emotions, acting arrogant about saving others just to ease your own guilt... It's so ridiculous I can't help but sigh. But you know. Even while you're covered in blood amidst that high fever and pain that feels like your whole body is burning... you're still hitting those keys, holding that brush, and refusing to let go of the microphone. Do you really not know what that means? It means you yourselves are screaming that you 'want to live' even in the midst of that hellish despair. Don't try to clumsily cool down your emotions. Don't try to sugarcoat your wounds. Embrace all of it—the pain, the fever, the self-loathing—and struggle until the very end. You have to tear those wounds open with your own hands and fall to the very bottom... before you can finally understand what that 'heart' you've been searching for truly is. So, I don't care if you crawl out or burn up. Keep going with that cruel, insane parade of yours... until the very end.