[Someone was not pleased and it definitely shows. The video feed was now showcasing an absolutely livid spiky-haired Asian. He was tightly gripping some sort of paper, but it was impossible to tell what exactly was on it.]

Can someone please explain to me what the hell is this?

[He suddenly shoves that paper right in front of the camera for everyone to see. Everybody here should be able to easily recognize what it was; it's the letter given to all new arrivals to inform them of their planet's demise.

After a couple of seconds, the letter was hastily removed.]

Just what kind of sick joke is this! Am I seriously expected to believe that the Earth is gone! All those millions of people completely wiped away without a trace! This stupid letter doesn't even bother to give a reason for why it's gone and just expects me to accept that it happened! Like hell I will!

[He takes a moment to calm down and his livid expression soon softens to a far more somber one.]

I want to know who was the person that "saved" me. I have some very important questions for them.

[Yusuke is on screen...and he is not pleased either, glaring and shouting at the screen.]

 Okay, I'm sick of these fucking shadows, and I'm sick of everyone being whiny! So, those that still have problems, listen up:

Get the fuck over it.

Easier said than done, I know. Hell, I've been in that type of situation a few times, and it took a few punches in the face to snap me back into action. But let's put it this way: you guys are going to DIE if you don't just accept it. Far as I know, they speak the truth, and ya know what? Truth hurts, and life fucking hurts. Either deal and fight, or just run away and let the better guys do it!

[He sighs, leaning back in his chair.]

Listen, I ain't exactly perfect and had no shadow pop out. Why? Because I sure as hell know my fucking problems and face it. I'm a clone, my life was a fucking lie, my friends are probably dead, I lost my girlfriend, I suck at the dating life, I don't really have other skills aside from punching assholes, and the only other talent I have is a damn good singing voice.

[Anyone who went to the karaoke party can vouch for that.] 

And even as a fucking clone, I failed to save my friends, or anyone else, be it from the fucking Consortium or the Tower, I keep failing over and over. Barely got anyone I know here, and hell, I keep fearing I'm gonna lose them for good.

[There is another sigh coming from him.]

Point is, if a guy like me can admit all the damn bullshit with a straight face, then you guys shouldn't have a problem. And if ya do, you can count on me to punch ya in the face, and you shadows.