"...I think I follow the logic. They say the opposite of love is indifference; that to hate someone, to truly and wholly despise them, is to be thinking of them and letting them dwell within your heart. But I have never had that framed as romantic to me, and that framing is fascinating..."

She can't just sit here and not eat the sushi. Eleanor gets some chopsticks so she can think and eat at the same time. Aside from being violently pink it's like, edible. Not as good as it was before it got like this, but edible. "Forgive my ignorance sir but it does seem like one would tear through kismesis fairly swiftly without careful negotiation, does it not? To hate someone is to seek their destruction, and one can hardly romance a corpse."

Right? Eleanor sincerely hopes she's not about to hear about romancing corpses.