[Murdering nut jobs come in all shapes and sizes, no matter where you go in the multiverse. Only makes it worse when they go for someone he actually likes. It's hard for him to take a very casual interest when it comes to these sorts of things. It's a hobby.

Unlike her, he doesn't seem at all dissatisfied to hear that some of them are dead.]

Your friendly neighborhood doomsday cult.

[Not much humor in it. He's got a bit of a dog-with-a-bone look to him, skipping through the possibilities as well as he can without having been there himself to dig through the evidence. Not his first rodeo, but the whole alien deer island thing does do a number on the assumptions he can make.]

Getting IDs on the ones you took out might help finger the others. No one gets crazy enough to drown someone in their own eyeballs and goes off grid for good.

[That's not a one time offender kind of crazy.]