[To her credit, Raine neither drops the mug nor throws it at Bakura. This is, however, mostly because her hands have tightened convulsively on it, to the point that her knuckles creak. She stares at Bakura, for a moment without anything to say.]
[He broke the seal on something he himself acknowledges as evil. Why would he-- no, Raine can pinpoint with alarming accuracy why. The thing she already knows he'd do anything for, the 'justice' he seeks for his family and village. She is still uncertain about his distinction between justice and vengeance.]
How was it that this seemed necessary?
[It's flat, not particularly happy. She still wants to think he wouldn't go that far if he thought there was any other choice. Granted, there probably was another choice, which was don't, but... Bakura could not have done nothing were what he sought within his reach, Raine is sure of that much.]
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[He broke the seal on something he himself acknowledges as evil. Why would he-- no, Raine can pinpoint with alarming accuracy why. The thing she already knows he'd do anything for, the 'justice' he seeks for his family and village. She is still uncertain about his distinction between justice and vengeance.]
How was it that this seemed necessary?
[It's flat, not particularly happy. She still wants to think he wouldn't go that far if he thought there was any other choice. Granted, there probably was another choice, which was don't, but... Bakura could not have done nothing were what he sought within his reach, Raine is sure of that much.]