Every word that left the lips of Father Stockton amassed anger within Raiya's heart. There was a time that she once believed every word that Stockton was speaking, which is why her anger was being kindled to such a degree. He was touching on feelings within her own heart that she had long since discarded, reawakening her resentment. If this were happening a year or two ago, his provocations would have succeeded in bringing forth all her emotions, but she had spent years mulling over what she felt, years cultivating and amassing evidence to support her theories, and she was now ready to lay them all out. Raiya straightened her posture and dropped her sword back into her inventory, a gesture of diplomacy rather than contempt. She wanted to put this member of her most hated organization on trial, and she felt that this was the best time to do it. [color=ec008c]"It's funny you bring these things up, because I actually wanted to discuss a bit of them,"[/color] Raiya pursed her lips and brought her right forefinger up to her chin, [color=ec008c]"First, I would like to straighten out your intel on me. If you think I simply spent all my time gallivanting with the yakuza and wallowing in the sorrow of being discarded from my adoptive family organization, you'd be wrong."[/color] Raiya began pacing back and forth, her sides facing her enemy as she paced, [color=ec008c]"I sure did hold a large amount of resentment for everything I have been through, especially to individuals such as Felix. I would be lying if I still didn't feel the burn of betrayal from how Felix discarded me like the rest of you."[/color] She stopped pacing and faced her enemy, [color=ec008c]"But I also spent a lot of my time looking for my parents killers, sleuthing for information, putting together theories. And no matter what theory I conceive, there is still one constant."[/color] She pointed her right forefinger out at Stockton, [color=ec008c]"The catholic arcanocracy."[/color] Her eyes narrowed as she began to formulate her hypothesis, [color=ec008c]"After picking through profiles of who my parents were, delving into records and archives for every shred of information that was on the books, the one thing that jumped out at me was motive. Who could have gained the most from my parents' death? They weren't magi aristocrats, they held no political sway as far as I could tell. But what they did have, was a daughter, a daughter with a massive... what was that word you used again?"[/color] She paused for a brief moment, [color=ec008c]"Potential?"[/color] She smirked as she let that word hang in the air, [color=ec008c]"Now I can't prove anything, this is all vigilante justice for me anyway. I honestly do not even care if you or the arcanocracy you represent had any hand to play in my parents murder. The fact of the matter is that I had decided long ago, as soon as I was excommunicated that I would bring down your organization. It was your organization that held our hearts captive, it was all those politics, the promise of power, the sunk-costs that kept Felix on your side. The truth is, your very presence pisses me off. From the very moment I was tossed out my anger was kindled, and a bit of it was towards Felix, a bit of it was towards God, but the brunt of my anger..."[/color] Her brow furrowed as she paused, [color=ec008c]"THE BRUNT OF MY ANGER WAS KINDLED TOWARDS YOU! TOWARDS THE ORGANIZATION YOU REPRESENT!"[/color] She yelled in contempt, her mana burst forth from her well as her anger rose, a massive rush of pressure escaped her body and filled the room with surging winds, the full glory of her manawell was on display. [color=ec008c]"I HAVE SPENT MOST OF MY RESOURCES SINCE THEN FINDING OUT HOW I COULD BRING YOU ALL DOWN, MY NEW TECHNIQUES, MY TRAINING, MY LIFE HAS BEEN DEVOTED TO TWO THINGS: FINDING MY PARENTS KILLER AND ENDING YOU!"[/color] Her voice was being enhanced by the mana she was surrounded by, the conviction of her rage was clear. Her offer for him to leave was a lie, she was never planning to let him leave this chamber alive. Raiya was ready to prove her convictions.