What a pitiful state. The only reason any of my classmates want to speak to me is to yell at me for things that the version of me in canon did. So be it, I suppose.
Ishimaru, Yamada, on behalf of the me that orchestrated your deaths I apologize. I can't speak much for what went through her mind when she planned it, or the horrible things she said in order to set it up. I wish I could give you that closure, but all I can do is guess that she got caught up in needing something to lie about without thinking of the moral consequences since she'd already set her mind on killing the only person she told the lie to.
While I'm on the subject of apologizing to my victims, I shan't disclude the ones that I killed in my timelines, of course. Asahina, I'm sorry for tricking you like that. By that point in the game I'd dug myself deep, and you were one of the few who genuinely tried to reach out to me. I took advantage of your kindness. All of your efforts to make sure I wasn't left entirely lonely were returned to you in lies and poison. In my desperation, I proved everyone right. And Maizono... it's hard to figure out how to apologize for a mistake. You weren't supposed to die. Part of me wants to be frustrated that your foolish insistence on joining us messed up my plans and wound up getting me executed, but... part of me knows and understands that you did it on purpose. You did always have that uncanny sense of intuition, after all. You figured out before I'd even gotten Asahina to take one sip that crashing our tea party was the only way to get me caught. I respect you for that, and I'm sorry that you had to sacrifice yourself to keep my foolish desparation from getting everyone killed.
I don't know what else I can do or say at this point. No excuse about my circumstances or emotions is going to suffice. Maybe someday someone will have a good memory of me, and maybe they'll smile. For now, my dear friends, adieu. I hope you are well.