It was horribly interesting, wasn't it?
Her death had been exactly what he needed. Everything had come together into one glorious and wrenching moment, the whole world at his feet. And all because of one little, tiny accident.
The shrapnel from the Death Ray had only hit Hammer and Penny. No other injuries. No other casualties. None.
The end of his speech had precisely coincided with the Freeze Ray giving out. The timing was so perfect. He'd known exactly how long his speech would take, hadn't he? He'd checked, hadn't he? Made sure the Freeze Ray would last at least twice as long?
He found he couldn't remember much of the weeks he spent making the Death Ray. It was like a black hole ripped into his memory. The only thing he knew was that he hadn't done laundry, not once, the whole time.
He spent so long, afterwards. Going over his calculations again and again, trying to figure out where he'd gone wrong, only to find bits and pieces he hadn't written, all in his own handwriting. Shrapnel trajectory calculations. Programming for a timer on the Freeze Ray that would cut it off at just the wrong time. Bits and pieces that made everything fit together so, so perfectly.
And then there were the videos. The posts on his blog he hadn't made. They were of him, but in the red coat he'd bought as backup, the black gloves he owned but had never worn. The goggles down, their lenses forming soulless depths. The man on the other side of the camera the confident man he'd never been, his evil laugh perfected, his wicked plans hinted at and boasted of without ever truly being revealed.
It was horribly interesting, wasn't it?