It was easy to see the disappointment on Raine's features. He had been hoping for a more extensive explanation than what was given, but it was clear that Rue wasn't going to elaborate on what they already said. The teen's eyes narrowed briefly in irritation but he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. Well, relax as much as he could, which really wasn't<em>much</em>at all. He crossed his arms in a tense 'X' over his chest and began to shift his weight back and forth.<br/><br/>Raine still had the vague sensation that he'd been dropped in a play and everyone had a script but him. He felt absolutely adrift, without an anchor keeping him from being swept out into a sea of confusion in which he was close to drowning. But here was Rue -- extending a lackadaisical hand to keep him above the water. And with nothing else to cling to, Raine hung onto his strange saviour with a sort of desperate fierceness.<br/><br/>The boy was about to ask more question. He had an absolute barrage of questions lined up but before he could take the breath to get them out, Rue dropped a question on him. And<strong>what</strong>a question it was.<br/><br/>Taken somewhat aback, Raine dropped his gaze to the stone floor of the mausoleum and he was silent for a long few moments before he looked up. His eyes snapped fiercely, burning with unshed tears and absolutely glaring at the demon. But when he spoke, his voice was restrained, shaking with anger, but restrained. "Fuck God." he said simply. Being in a graveyard changed approximately nothing about his opinion. "There's no God. If there was a God, they could have stopped what happened to my mom. What kind of God would allow something like that to happen! My mom never hurt anyone, she was a<em>good</em>person! She didn't deserve what happened to her and if there really was a God, they could have stopped it. They<strong>should</strong>have stopped it!"<br/><br/>The tears came again, Raine couldn't help it. He buried his face behind his hands and wept while the stone angel seem to cry in sympathy with him. The very skies outside seemed to cry with him and it was a good minute or so until his stormy sobs finally died down.<br/><br/>This had to stop, this crying thing. It wasn't going to change anything that had occurred and tears were poor salve for a raw soul.<br/><br/>"Sorry," Raine muttered, apologizing for both the crying jag and the vehemence in his voice when he spoke about his lack of faith in a God. For all he knew, whoever this Rue was, they were very religious. Now he was worried he'd offended them...