"And yet you're still here," Raine pointed out, somewhat more forceful than she had been to this point. "No matter how you rail against it, something has evidently stopped you ending your own life regardless." Her hands tightened on the fruit, to the point that juice welled where her fingers had punctured it; startled a little by that, Raine forced herself to let some of that tension go.

She wasn't going to belabor the point that there were people who cared for him. That had been laid out enough times, and in any case, that mattered less right now. "He may have been wrong, to do so," Raine said at length, a little quieter. That was for the two to sort out between themselves, and she'd mediate only as a last resort. "I don't know." Was it right, or simply selfish? When Mithos had asked that they finish him, she had not objected, and though the circumstances were very different the parallels kept cropping up, and they concerned Raine each time they did. "The fact remains that he did. Going forward, then, how do you plan to exist?"