[Hate that she pegged him like that. Must be the literary genius in her, sniffing out the tropes.

Fukawa ceases the simpering when he asks for an explanation. Right. Apocalypses aren't meet-cute fodder, get a grip girl.]

Oh. [Heavy sigh. This is awkward now.] Um. It was sort of complicated, but. I s-suppose you could say everyone just lost their minds. Th-there was a movement, a g-group of people who wanted to f-fill the world with Despair.

[Fukawa's lips twist and she gives a sour shrug. She tucks a hair behind her ear, though it falls loose not three seconds later.]

I know it sounds stupid, b-but it worked. Every country, every city — they went crazy and t-tore themselves apart.