[That's... a lot. Raine follows the narrative, watching him with the particular sort of intent that says she is memorizing, that she is going to come back to this again and again until every last scrap of meaning has been teased from it. For now, however, one thing sticks out, and it's probably for the best she put the coffee down.]
You-- gave him your... But that's--
[Congratulations, Bakura, you've stumped her for forming complete sentences with how ridiculous that was. He gave something he calls an evil god part of his soul, and then spent the best part of three thousand years sealed with it. Raine can't even begin. She considers, briefly, slapping him again, but the trouble is she can see very clearly how desperation and being so alone would have led Bakura right to that.]
[Did he never stop to think that maybe he was worth more than just an instrument of vengeance? Raine is equal measures horrified and furious and something approaching offended, both by him and on his behalf, and the end result is that she just keeps staring at him for a long moment.]
You idiot.
[But she closes her eyes, and scrubs a hand across her face, and when she looks at him again it's a studying look.]
Why tell me all this now? Full disclosure was hardly necessary.
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You-- gave him your... But that's--
[Congratulations, Bakura, you've stumped her for forming complete sentences with how ridiculous that was. He gave something he calls an evil god part of his soul, and then spent the best part of three thousand years sealed with it. Raine can't even begin. She considers, briefly, slapping him again, but the trouble is she can see very clearly how desperation and being so alone would have led Bakura right to that.]
[Did he never stop to think that maybe he was worth more than just an instrument of vengeance? Raine is equal measures horrified and furious and something approaching offended, both by him and on his behalf, and the end result is that she just keeps staring at him for a long moment.]
You idiot.
[But she closes her eyes, and scrubs a hand across her face, and when she looks at him again it's a studying look.]
Why tell me all this now? Full disclosure was hardly necessary.