[he shrugs, though there's something desperate in the gesture.]

What can I say? I'm not even that surprised it was him, since he was never well-liked. If there's anything that maybe does surprise me, it's that it wasn't me, but for all we know, maybe I was the original target and he died to protect me, since we have zero idea what happened!

[...]

At this point, we'll probably never know, unless someone feels like confessing down the line. So there isn't anything left to do but just... accept it.