[So it has finally happened. It wasn't about who was correct or not, or about if the Malnosso were experimenting on people even before they arrived. Haruhi was Haruki, no, she had been Haruki, somehow, and now she was Haruhi. It was simple, so long as he kept the matter simple. It wasn't that different from the situation of Hinamizawa, of himself. The Keiichi that didn't trust his friends and killed them and the Keiichi that protected them and destroyed fate, they were the same, but at the same time they weren't.

Keiichi sighs as he hears Haruhi's struggle.]

Hello. My name's Keiichi Maebara, I'm seventeen, Japanese from a small village named Hinamizawa... And you're one of my best friends. Want to go do something?