Desmond waited as the moment began to come quietly to a head. He pushed his own ghosts past him, so that he could focus on Raina. Though his wounds were still raw, they were old, old enough that they could be ignored, swept under the rug, forgotten about until he was alone. But hers were fresh, heart shattering, plaguing her even to this moment. He knew that he could take her pain away if he absolutely had to, but it would be something of a violation, of forcing her mind to think a way that it did not want to. And he respected her too much to do that to her. It would be cruel, and not something he would do unless it was specifically asked of him. In fact, truly, he had no intentions of even offering it to her, it was best if he did not speak of it, lest she try to take him up on it. Running away from pain never truly helped, even if it felt like it would consume you at the time.
As she began to speak he watched her hand coming up to her face, his eyes quiet as he listened to her words, frowning a little as what she said made all of the puzzle pieces fall into place. Desmond had been something of a detective before when he had hunted, one had to piece together clues in order to figure out how best to track down a vampire or what to expect. The way that she had acted before... made it somewhat clear that the fight was involving him. Raina had mentioned having issues before with a vampire... and a dhampir was close enough in the minds of many, even the minds of those who were super naturals themselves. To be a half breed, after all, was to not fit in anywhere. It was what he said constantly, but people often did not understand until they saw it for themselves.
Softly he pulled her towards him as she tried to choke out the rest of it, pulling her up and against his shoulder so that he could hug her, his pale eyes staring out into the night as he closed his eyes quietly and thought of what he could say, what he should say. She wanted clearly to blame herself, to take all of this anger and lay it at her own feet. And perhaps, perhaps it was not just her who did so. It would make sense that she was not at a funeral because of some blame that was placed upon her. Could it be that other people had blamed her as well, that they had tried to pin a reckless twist of fate on Raina as if it were something that she could control?
Sighing a litle, Desmond slipped his gloves off of his hands and let them fall to the ground. Gently pushing her back he took her face and cupped it lightly in his warm soft hands as he looked at her, and spoke in soft, confident tones. "Raina, this was not your fault." he said simply, with the calm assurance that one who had lifetimes of experience could have. "You cannot blame it on yourself any more than you could blame it on your sister..." Desmond said softly, holding back the fact that it was more than likely her sister who was far more to blame than she was. From the sounds of it, it was her sister who had stormed out on her, and that was not something that she could control... But Desmond kept quiet on this, no one wanted to hear that the person that they had just lost was at fault for it.
"Accidents, ill twists of fate are unfortunately a part of life. And sometimes, we don't get to leave on good terms with people that we care for." he whispered lightly, stroking her tears away with his thumbs. "You were nothing more than a single link in a chain of events... you had no way of knowing what would happen when she stormed out, and if you did... what then? Could you have kept her there? Forced her to be there? If you had made a different choice, if you had left instead of her... what would there be to say that something else could not have happened. We cannot predict the future, Raina... I know that it is hard to accept, but this is not your fault, just like it is not my fault that I was not there when the accident happened to stop it..." he said softly, hoping she would understand.
In her grief, though, he knew that her not understanding was a real possibility.