The Master Didn't Do It. Kristoff had many conflicting feelings and doubts and a lot of frustrating ignorance right now, but was certain of this.
Doom wouldn't have disabled the advanced security systems of the Richards' private home in order to murder them. Of even if he was going to be stoop so low as to attack them this way... he would have left the cameras on. Killing Dr. Richards -- always Dr. Richards to Kristoff, no matter the blood or the time working together -- would never be something Doom would have hidden.
Which left finding out what did happen. And he would. Oh, Devel, he certainly would.
At the appropriate time, he stood to speak.
He starts with a few of the obvious things he feels must be said about Dr. Richards scientific achievements and personal ideals and heroism. It's all accurate and sincere, but he'll let someone with a better right to it reflect on the taste for Tom Lehrer songs, the tendency for hoarding mementos, and the other little things that the truly close sometimes discuss at these times.
Then...
"As most are aware, I first met Dr. and Mrs. Richards under unusual circumstances when I was just short of six years old. But I wish to talk about getting to know Mrs. Richards years later, in even more unusual circumstances. Some of the most seasoned professionals were in over their heads and seriously confused, and Mrs. Richards acknowledged readily that she was among them, yet had to remain on top of the situation. And she did, without ever once disconnecting from her genuine emotional responses. Some people would have to stay cold during the choices she was facing, to at least pretend they did not care. She was making calculated decisions weighing the fate of the world, and it never ceased to be apparent for a moment that she was someone's mother."
He says a few more things, then takes his seat beside Scotty and Cassandra.
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