Raine had managed to catch up to Eda after all, thank the Titan. They'd separated, and though it was momentary Raine felt that any close proximity to the people who were at the core of all of this was dangerous. Especially after what Martin had told them. They didn't want the monsters to follow them home. The Boiling Isles had enough of those.

"Nia would've never what? What did you do with her?"

Anger is not something Raine had ever been drawn to easily. But the pain, the The glow of the portal, the grand speech and lack of control made something stir in Raine that was a deep seated feeling of alarm that had become to the stairs, to Zyrian, to the museum, to what they'd left at home.


"Martin told me they'd follow us through. You're okay with it, then? Dooming countless other people to these things? Causing us- causing people you know, people you consider friends to suffer-"

Raine doesn't necessarily get louder, but anger seeps through their tone.

"I had to put Eda back together after she was pulled apart by some horror for your fucking need. To be selfish?"