[She can't answer the last question, has been wondering that herself even though she knows that Echidna means it rhetorically. Every time it occurs to her, Willow ends up upset again, angry or crying or both. So she'll just rattle off more facts, tired and trying to stay blank.]

He was killing the drones in the kitchen. I told him I'd help him find who'd done it if he'd stop, and... and he did, I-- I can't blame him for it, any of it. It was wrong, but... I've done the same thing myself. I've done worse.

[With everything else floating through her mind, her foray into the black arts is strong in her mind, and Willow doesn't have enough presence of mind to keep it to herself.]