No, it was also for... those from the academy that helped her. The group that she manipulated and who followed her. [...] Even me, I was called that.

[His skin crawls to recall it now, and there's a colder feeling of muted disapproval in his head, still vaguely separate from himself. That title. Helping Enoshima. Giving up so much of himself--]

Even after she died, she had things prepared... [A click of his tongue against his teeth.]