[Well, she certainly doesn't beat around the bush.]

He dug his own grave. His employees were nothing more than machines in his eyes. His rivals? Obstacles to extinguish, and I was a convenient tool to achieve his goals until he flew too close to the sun and the one "lending" my services chose to sever his wings.

[And frame the Phantom Thieves, though that goes unsaid.]

My sole regret was robbing his daughter of closure.