Karma stared at the cliff, an idea formulating in her mind. She'd asked Fuwa about previous assassination attempts that had almost worked, and the girl had told her about Nagisa's suicide-bomber attempt.
It sort of infuriated her, how the octopus thought so highly of his students. He could have just left Nagisa to be injured and not waste his trump card- if he had the time to shed this skin, he had the time to go outside of the classroom and escape danger.
How silly.
What kind of trick was this guy trying to pull anyway? Making his students trust him enough that any sort of assassination attempt from the students would be damaging to their friendship?
That trick wouldn't work on Karma, not anymore.
Ah, so the octopus pretended to value the students.
Trust.
Friendship.
A trust-fall assassination.