"...Traitors..." (2)

"Well, from my perspective, you kids are the traitors." Raul sneers.

"US?!" Kotone exclaims in offense.

"Yes." Raul chuckles.

"The gates of hell, maybe even heaven, are starting to open once again. Did you two know that?" He asks.

"We do." Fumio nods.

"There you go." Raul shrugs.

"Me and others like me, despite farming demon cores to make our own descendants the most powerful in the world, to preserve our legacies, our actions ultimately result to a more powerful mankind that will have a better chance in surviving a war that will even be worse than the one a hundred fifty years ago." He explains.

"Would you rather have our kind harvested again, and used by the demons to strengthen themselves? Or have our own kind utilize our own to strengthen ourselves?" He asks.

"This is warped… and wrong…" Fumio says through gritted teeth.

"And bullshit." Kotone's adds and she waves her hand to the air.