*It wasn't completely painless as his eyes fly open in reflex. Crazily he bats Heiji's hand away.* Wait...I just...have to do one thing. *To finally end this twisted little game, he needed to sign off on it. He did it with a readily available writing material. He wetted his fingers with his blood, gasping at the pain of making them flex. But he did it, writing out for all to see*

-- The games we play --

Okay...now I'm done. I've got...got some cloth in my pocket you can use.