Out of respect for Septimus, Ryoko took her time.
And she listened to every word of his story. And she tried to find meaning in it all. And a lengthy, deliberate silence followed his speech. It was hard not to notice just how vague his words were, or how disruptive his avoidant speech was. A whole lot of "them" and "they"s with no actual names. Ironic given how much hatred he seemed to bare for those who he would not name. Almost like he was going out of his to... protect sinner, for some reason.
Eventually, when she felt she had found her words, she started speaking.
"I can't tell you if the world will ever get better. I'm a hunter, not a prophet. But I can tell you that the only way to make it better is by doing something, and not locking yourself away and hiding from reality. That is what you're doing down here, isn't it?"
He might've been dressed differently but, in her eyes, he wasn't any different from any of the... donors lying around in his den. Maybe he was before he gave in to gluttony but, at that moment, he was just as disconnected from the world as the hallucinating livestock rolling around in their own sweat and blood.
"You look at me like I'm here to punish you, you know that? It might feel that way, given my entrance, but I'm not. I'm well aware of the antagonist relationship that our kinds have shared, what your instincts probably say to you when I draw near, but it's not like that anymore. I can't condone violence or killing without suitable justification, but I do believe in punishing the wicked. I thought you did, too, given what you told me before. And, that's kind of what's confusing me here, Septimus."
At first, Ryoko thought that she had missed something somewhere in his speech. But... the more she replayed his words in her mind, the more... confused she got. Septimus' actions were uncharacteristically illogical, and it wasn't his decision to hide away in the basement that made her feel that way.
"Do you... not know who killed your friend?" the confusion on her face was blatantly obvious as she spoke, "Because you're going out of your way to keep it a secret from me, your family upstairs, and I'm guessing the whole world. And, unless you don't know who did it, I don't understand why you would do that. I'm not going to sit here and tell you to murder people, but you should let the world know about your friend's death, right? At the very least, those who care about justice will help you seek it and... maybe not avenge your friend, but make the world just a little bit better."
"That's what you want, right? A better world?"
"But... sitting down here and stewing over it fails to make the world better, it fails to make you happy, and it fails to honor your friend. So, talk to people. Talk to me. And, if you can't tell me who it is that hurt you, then you can at least tell me why you... can't tell me."
Some might've found it annoying, but Ryoko just wasn't the type to commiserate with people. It felt like stagnation, inhibition, everything that the livestock down here were guilty of. And, even if Septimus hated her prodding at him to get moving, she felt better doing that then making him feel like anything that he was currently doing was even remotely acceptable.