[It takes a moment to sort back over what he remembers. He puts the flirting waiter out of his head. He'll rebuff a second attempt if it happens.]

As far as I know if she did. She killed them. Everyone she ever loved and cared for became sources of despair. Her lover. Her sister. Even her beloved classmates were to be sacrificed.

Despair is unpredictable to her. Like a drug addict in need of a fix she seeks it. [It's how she had wired them. His human hand clenches into a fist, thunder rumbling from far away. When it comes to Enoshima, he can say everything in the world to say he's over her and all she did. But anyone with eyes would know better. There's murder in his eyes and he shuts them. He breathes slowly until the violent urge to find her and throw her from island has passed.]

In short we have a brilliant machine that's seeking the latest high.