"True crime. Unsolved murder mysteries that people turn into money-making opportunities." They're trying not to sound bitter about that for more than one reason; they continue. "Not that there's many mysteries to be had. If someone dies under mysterious circumstances, it was either the Zaibatsu, or someone trying to pin it on a meta-human."

Maybe they shouldn't be getting so worked up about it. It's bad for their heart. "As though we don't have enough things to worry about just trying to live our lives." Maybe, they think more insistently, they shouldn't be getting so worked up about it, because it is bad for their heart.

"What kind of Hell goes deeper than this, anyway?" they ask, finally listening to their internal monologue like they should've done earlier.