"Pain, Blood, Insanity" Raiden walked. The bloodied HF blade, in one hand, dragging and a fist in the other. Blood smeared on his armor and the path in which he walked. Panting slowly. "Tool of Justice? Ha" he tampered with his own memories. Thus, sending him to his knees. He drops the sword, the sword that kept his name "Jack the Ripper". He could not escape the reality of who he really was, who he really is. A murderer? Killer?. He, too, was uncertain. People, such as Sonny, saw him opposite of the soldier's eye. She once told him that "I would never mistaken you for "him" ever." That kept a place in Raiden's heart. Extracting only "some" of what people looked at him to be. Restrained the rest. But still, he couldn't fight it. And he, himself, knows he enjoys the feeling of slicing through one's body with just one, feisty slash of his blade. He became so comfortable, it would scare him no more. Then here he is, unravelled and shattered. Sonny's words couldn't console him this time. Hence, he sat in the middle of bleeding bodies. You could hear the blood, spew out of them. He sat on his knees and covered his face with his hands, that were as red as wine. He looked at them, then the split bodies. Raiden got up and took his HF blade with him, still, dragging the ground.
