Raine nods, slow and deliberate. "I'm aware," she says. "There are significant potential risks. That's another part of why I didn't tell you I was working on this until now." How to put it. Raine taps her fingers against her staff, a quick staccato drumroll of thinking in motion. "I trust you; you must be aware of that. However, I'm also aware both of your priorities and your... accompaniment." That's a delicate way to put it. "It was our belief initially that with your ka returned to you, it might bolster you, and your will, sufficient to perhaps change the balance between the dog and the hunter. So to speak."

She still remembers the story he told her over Egyptian lessons, once, when they were talking around Zorc; she still debates about it with herself every now and then. "I can't be sure," she says then. "That, I suppose, is the nature of trust. That in the end, you choose to be sure even when you can't logically be. I believe you will choose differently, and act differently, than you did the first time. I wouldn't make the offer if I thought the same thing would result." Bakura is different now even than when Raine first knew him.