[Cor's cold stare does not phase Ravus. He's borne harsher judgement, from the captors that would become his employers and from his own people, who thought him the inverse of their beloved oracle. If he let himself care about withering looks, he'd have never survived the Imperial Academy.]

The war happened quite independently of any schemes of mine, Marshall. I merely used its momentum to position myself. Other opportunities were in short supply.

[He pulls his hand back from Cor.]

Leave the bandages there. I'll see to this myself.

[It was foolish to think he could rely upon a Lucian. Had he not learned that lesson twelves years ago?]