Accelerator, being all of five foot six, built like a twig, and relying on a crutch to keep upright, doesn't look like all that much. There's a good reason Salome had described him as white asparagus.

He also doesn't blink when he gives that number out. It isn't exact, he supposes it should be somewhere to the tune of 10 100 adding in the members of Hound Dog and anyone before the Sisters, but when he was younger he wasn't keeping track of anyone who died as a result of his reflection.

He takes another bite of the musubi as Hank chokes on his donut, not reacting at all. That's about the kind of reaction he expected, and the serious expression on his face lends itself to the fact that he isn't lying. He isn't even exaggerating.

"I guess I technically qualify, huh?" He replies thoughtfully. "For that matter, I think this also makes me a mass murderer."