"As good as the situation allows for, I guess", Steven answered. He paused for a moment, then continued. "...Look, I think we can all safely say by now that those files were all true. Which means that all of us were indeed classmates, no, friends before all of this happened. Which means... " Steven didn't even want to finish that sentence, so instead quickly started another one. "...Our memories were taken away, otherwise we would have never done something so horrible to each other, right? ...Right?"
Before Norio could answer, Monokuma entered the room again, immediately dropping the bombshell of yet another motive on them, as if that was even necessary at this point. At that point something snapped inside Steven. The man, no, the beast responsible for all of his friends' deaths was standing in front of them not even eight hours after the last one lost their life, taunting them about yet another motive. Sodika, Kyle, Sven, Cezia, Erin, Isaac... And now, only three of them were left. He had no doubts that at this rate, only one person would be left before the next morning. ...Unless he stopped it. Their sole source of conflict was standing right there. If he could take that out, then they would all be saved. And if not, if he died in the process, then at least he would have not sullied his own hands.
"Oh, bloody HELL!", Steven shouted at Monokuma. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you psychotic freak?! You know full well that all you have to do at this point is wait for one of us to snap and kill another person, at which point they might as well kill the last one too. So what is with the bloody RUSH?! Why can't you wait for one fucking day? Why in the Lord's name do you want us all to die that badly?!" At this point, Steven rose from his chair forcefully enough to knock the thing back a few feet. Somewhere deep down Steven knew that all of this was a very bad idea, but now that all of the fear, the anger, the frustration that he had been bottling up for the last few days or weeks had found a way out, there was no way to put the lid back onto the bottle. "You are a monster, a pathetic piece of scum below the level of a schoolyard bully that feasts on someone else's suffering, because your own life is such a worthless piece of shit that you can't stand it when someone else is actually successful at something, don't you? Not only that, but you are a fucking coward too! Seriously, if you are so intent on getting us all killed, then why not do it yourself for a change?! All you have done is sit in some kind of secret room, twiddling your thumbs and giggling to yourself as you watch us kill each other, don't you? You feel like you are not responsible for all of this, that we do it to ourselves and that you are somehow not to blame even though you set everything up, to the point of actively manipulating us to your own goals! You probably don't even see us as real people, but rather as some kind of characters in a television show or something, DON'T YOU?! Well, no more! I'll show you just how fucking HUMAN I am!"
With speed far greater than one would expect of a scrawny kid (turns out adrenaline is a very impressive performance booster), Steven grabbed the nearest sharp object -- which turned out to be his knife -- leaped at Monokuma and tried to kill the sick bastard in any way he could.
