Graham already felt himself sobbing, mind still whirling from the image of his mother on the screen. Watching the now dead faces of his friends didn't help much, either--he couldn't tell if the hugs from his friends were breaking him more or holding him together. Shaking violently, Graham still clung to Faqir, tear-filled eyes making it harder to focus on the screen.
Beside them, Mercy twitched. A new face had appeared on the screen--it was the face of a man who seemed significantly older than the ones shown on screen before. His hair was gray, his eyes were a calming blue, and the way he sat suggested he was leaning against something for support.
"T-turn it off," Mercy immediately demanded. Louder and near desperately, she shouted, "Turn it off!"
Predictably, Akuma did not listen.
She let out a choked sob, writhing against her ropes. The man on screen was silent for a moment, then slowly clasped his hands together, letting out a sad chuckle. "...Not the way I was hoping to see you next, but...ah. You'd probably kill me if I made another pun out of your name, huh? Wish it was as easy to make you smile as much as it was to make you mad. I guess now's not really the time for..."
He trailed off, gaze drifting to the side. "...I don't know what's going to happen, Mercy, but I think we both have an idea. This might be...I don't know that I'm ever going to see you again, sweetheart. So I just want to be able to say that I love you. I love you so much, I love you like you're mine. Because you are. I know when you get into those moods you always seem to focus on blood rather than heart, but I want you to know that you were always a daughter to me. You're my little girl. My sweet, beautiful little girl, and you mean more to me than anything in the world, and every day you're not there I'm thinking of you and ways to make you feel better again. I...I know these last years have been hard for you, and I know you're too stubborn to try and fix things yourself, s-so I..."
Mercy's sobs grew louder--she thrashed more wildly, the hurt in the way she cried out growing more and more with each sob that came.
The man cupped his face in his hands for a moment, then looked up enough to meet the camera's gaze, fresh tears forming in his eyes. "...M-Mercy, please. Please don't give up, okay, sweetheart? I-I know you're already in pain, I know you feel alone, I-I know that if I...leave...it's just going to get so much worse, but I'm begging you to stay strong. I-I can't see my little girl with her neck through a rope, I-I can't, you're...y-you're too beautiful, too sweet, too important to go out that way. Get help, get friends, find people who love and care for you, I--just please, don't give up. S-smile more. Get out of the house, move on, f-find a way to laugh and be happy and live your life. Please."
He began trembling as though he was holding back a sob. "...And please, if anyone else is watching this, then...l-look out for my little girl, okay? I-I...i-it's a dying man's last wish."
A few moments passed--like the other times, the screen began fading.
Harvey Ayton: Last Death; Killed by Qais Nawabi
There was a brief but clear change in Mercy's expression at those last words--she sent a vaguely accusing glare in Faqir's direction, then cried out again, jerking against the ropes as she was forced to watch the man's face fade away from the screen.