"That's not possible!"
Dainty's casual tone pushed Raiden over the edge, and he found himself voicing what seemed painfully clear: the Elusive, the Lost Child, had murdered his comrades. The revelation struck Dainty like lightning. Her cheerful mask cracked, eyes going wide with horror.
"He's prideful, sure. But that's not the Lost Child."
"Inside his Absolute Domain, he's basically unbeatable if you don't know his weakness." Dainty said, scowling. "He would have killed you all."
Raiden's fist squeezed tight. Freya's sacrifice. The helplessness. Sharp, cutting pain. Thoughts that wouldn't end. Emotions like a prison. And now—she said what exactly?
Before Raiden could explode again, Noelle stirred from whatever trance she'd been in, leaning back against her blue sofa as she spoke.
"That won't help… you trust him, but you haven't given us a single reason to."
