"You figured right." She smiles a little, but doesn't look up at him. "It wasn't murder. No more than what I did. Just... justice. The old kind." A life for a life. She doesn't blame Mitsuhide for that, even if she doesn't feel like killing Kira was any sort of a crime. She'd have done the same, in his place.

It doesn't mean she likes it, of course. But it's still a relief to know it hasn't gone on spiralling down the way she was afraid it might, kill leading onto kill leading onto kill. She didn't want to have to carry that.

She sips her own coffee - now lukewarm, too, but she's ignoring that - and sighs. "Gods, Eddie. Why is everything always so bedamned complicated?"