[ She falls silent and drops her gaze as she mulls the question over in her head. She doesn't know if he'll like the truth. She's confident enough in their friendship, though, to give it to him. ]

Because it wasn't born from nice things, Taro. It was born from suffering to inflict suffering. It was born out of my darkness, out of my hatred. [ The last word has so much weight to it. ] Nothing nice can come out of that. [ She looks back up at him and offers a sad smile. ] Not even if I tried.