“You’re right.” Raiden spoke as he knelt before you and Sam, his emotional state had been very volatile after Sam’s taunting beforehand. Raiden admired you were right after you had just given your little speech.

Raiden started, “About me, I mean.” He continued to look down at his reflection in the puddle below as thunder rung out through the sky. “I knew something was… Off.. After the Patriots, I thought I could walk off the battlefield and into a normal life. But here I am, surrounded by death and arguing philosophy with terrorists.” He briefly paused before continuing his little confession. “I told myself this was about justice and protecting the weak. But I was wrong.”

You chuckled, “Then you admit it?” Raiden stayed quiet for moment. “I learned young that killing your enemies felt good. Really good.” You began slowly pacing around Raiden as he spoke, observing him as a predator stalked its prey. “In America, my friends and family helped me forget the devil inside. But who am I kidding..?” He suddenly punched the ground where his reflection was, causing a large dent in the ground. “I was born to kill!” A look of interest flashed across Sam and your expression. “The bit about my sword- that “means of justice” stuff? I guess I needed something to keep The Ripper in check while I was knee-deep in bodies..”

You began approaching Raiden, getting irritated. “You—“ Raiden then interrupted you. “But you— all this — is a wake up call to what I really believe. What I really am..” You spoke up, “What’re you saying?” A sudden flash of a red glint appeared in Raiden’s eye, l’m saying Jack is back!” Malice filled his voice as he stood up. You commanded several guards to kill Raiden. One thrusted a sword into Raiden’s stomach. He began laughing like a maniac. “Doktor, turn off my pain inhibitors.” Whoever Doktor was hesitated before turning them off, causing Raiden to yell in pain, doubling over before forcefully pulling the sword out.. Lots of blood sprayed as a red aura emitted from him.