He...?

[ The flow of slag slows and almost stops, petering down to a steady series of thick drips. That'll be the shock. John's planning what?

She moves a little closer before remembering herself and shakily floating back again, craning her neck to view the tablet as best as she can. Because yeah, she needs to see this. There has to be some mistake, right? Or at least the potential for misinterpretation?

Except, of course, there isn't. Watson's text is pretty fucking straightforward. ]

I don't understand. I mean - but he - he knows, though? He knows what Jack did to me, so why would-- he knows!

[ She looks back and forth between Squalo and the tablet. The movements are twitchy and jerky and horribly unnatural, and the liquid starts streaming from her eyes again in earnest. ]

How can he think this is okay, it's not - he has to die. He has to. I've gotta kill him, don't I? I mean. You can't just take people's freedom away because you think they might be dangerous someday, that's freaking evil, right? Right? Am I being crazy? I feel like I might be being crazy. Because he knows, but he's still planning - who freaking does something that terrible?

[ Crazy or not, she's. Sounding pretty hysterical. And murdery. Oh my. ]