"Exactly. Vho is to say vat is right und vat is wrong? I may find zhe screams of my prey soothing, anozher find zhem horrendus und take offense... und zhey haf no issue raising a mob to take down zhe one individual zhat thinks differently. Humans und society are very... fickle creatures. Yet, you haf zhe ones in zhe crowd vho are foolish enough to take a deal at face value. Zhey are zhe delicious ones."

Rip gently put down the flogger even if it was tempting to crack it across her hand for effect more than anything. Another time perhaps. Rip was a creature that thrived on conflict and chaos. It was during the hunt and in the battlefield where she felt alive again. And.. perhaps she's been too complacent as of late.

This new place riled her up, shook the tranquility she had developed and stole away things she held dear. To not retaliate would be very unlike her, and she couldn't have that.

"I'm sure~. He mentioned ve might get along after I started talking about my adoration for bloodshed und zhe beauty of a newly created blood splatter on a vhite vall."