"Honestly, I'm really, really, really tired right now. I've wasted so much time talking nonsense with you, yet you keep arriving one after another, leaving me no time to rest. I just don't understand—why do you insist on driving me away? I've clearly already promised not to interfere in your affairs anymore, and I hoped you would stop interfering in mine as well. But why won't you listen? Why do you insist on believing that I'm sabotaging your plans? I admit that I have indeed sabotaged your plans. I admit it. I really do have to admit it. If I didn't sabotage your plans, I wouldn't feel right inside. And if I don't feel right inside, the consequences will be serious. Once things get that serious, I'll definitely do something even more excessive. But if I do something even more excessive, the ones who'll suffer will definitely be you. Isn't that right? Isn't that perfectly correct? Since what I'm saying is correct, stop looking for trouble, all right? If you keep coming to make trouble, then I can only deal with all of you. When that happens, you won't be well, I won't be well, and nobody will be well. What a miserable thing that would be, right? We could clearly all be well—you well, me well, everyone well—but you refuse to see it that way. Instead, you insist that I'm a disaster, while I think you're disasters too. A whole bunch of enormous disasters, wouldn't you say? You could clearly do better, yet you insist on using power as an excuse to torment innocent people and create so many tragedies. Really, don't you think you've gone too far?"
"Of course you won't think you've gone too far. You'll only think that what you've done is absolutely, absolutely right, that