He wanted to reconcile with me and explain his motivations behind the war, but I told him-- I told him no, I didn't want anything to do with him, and I told him I hated him so much that I'd be happy if he failed or-- or--

[ Her speech comes out in a bit of an incoherent mess now, and her words are spilling out faster than she can think of them. She tries to slow down. ]

-- I told him I'd be happy at his suffering, and so he-- he jumped off the ship, and --

[ Her breathing is getting so irregular that she sounds like she's hiccuping. She doesn't seem distraught, so to speak, but in a state of shock. ]