That is, after all, Raine's goal. There's a faint smile as she tilts her head to listen.

A mirror is... an interesting concept. Raine is sure Valdis is uncomfortable with the man knowing everything of her. "You say yourself he's a mirror," she says after a moment, thoughtfully. "Mirrors, historically, don't take on what they reflect; as soon as the thing is gone, so too is its reflection."

Perhaps the metaphor is imperfect. "One can have murdered, and still be kind," Raine says at length. "Does it trouble you more that he is kind despite, or that he knows you?"