Una leaned back in her chair ever so slightly, troubled by the increasing intensity of his demeanour and doing a reasonably good job of not showing it.

"You make it sound so deliberate," she said. She tilted her head, looking thoughtful. "Personally I'm inclined to think that it's far less a matter of good versus evil as it is ignorance and short-sightedness, with a healthy dose of Freudian death-drive and xenophobia to round things out." She shook her head. "Mind you, I'm an optimist. I continue to believe that somewhere, there is a world where intelligence and tolerance prevail, by design rather than accident." The corner of her mouth twisted a little, as if if to acknowledge her own folly.