[Ravus is still as Cor disinfects the wound. The pain barely registers. It is dwarfed by the ragged pain his mother's mention still evokes, and the phantom throb of a bullet hole in an arm he no longer has.]
He will not die by my hand this day. [Ravus no longer has a device to look up where he lives.] I am capable of restraint, Marshall. I stayed my hand from revenge for years.
[Which would be more convincing without the property damage he did. But it also speaks to the fact that Ravus is willing to take his vengeance ice cold if he can get it no other way.]
[At the mention of his 'revenge', Cor seems to pressy the wipe a little too hard against the wounds, just for a brief moment. Surely, it's just coincidence...]
And did you think it was worth the cost? Worth all the lives lost because of that gods-damn never-ending war? The retaliation your people would've faced from Lucis if we had successfully repelled the Empire?
[His touch is still even and firm, even as his voice and glare seem as sharp as a cruel blade.]
[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?]
I fuckin' know that first part. But I'm both pissed off and disappointed that you never took the safety of your own damn people into account when you were making your little so-called 'schemes'.
[Cor sighs irritably, but doesn't hand over the bandages just yet.]
And leave you to fend for yourself, like a horrible roommate? I think not. Now, give your hand back...
[Ravus glares, still not giving his hand back to Cor.]
Oh, how noble of you. How easily Lucian aid comes now, when it costs you nothing.
[Since the bandages are not forthcoming, Ravus stands again, walking to the door.]
You renounce me for joining the Empire, and renounce me for rebelling against them. [Ravus hasn't seen the fallout of his treason, but he knows what surely must come of it.] You'll understand why your opinion means nothing to me.
Maybe if you get your thick skull out of being too far up your own gods-damn ass, you'd see how fuckin' mistaken you are on all those things!
[The words are spat at Ravus' back, as Cor finally starts to feel his fuse growing short. Gods, he knew that Ravus never liked Lucis after Regis' fuck-ups involving the Tenebrean invasion and resulting fallout. But how in the hells did even his sister put up with this kind of asshole for both family and a possible leader?
And he wants to go after him so very badly. He even takes the first step towards him as Ravus reaches the door. But he then stops and realizes that his temper is truly sparking in his head, and thus retracts that step.]
...go work off your anger on some practice dummies, then. And don't you dare be late for dinner, asshole. Or you're gonna be stuck with cold leftovers.
[Look, at least Cor can say that he himself hasn't tried to be a Decent Roommate. One of them has to make the effort to begin with...]
Then what was I supposed to do? Wait for a rescue that was never going to come?
[It is so easy for them to say he was wrong, but what the fuck else could he have done?
He wants to tell Cor to choke on his dinner. He's so angry he'd rather starve than eat a single bite of a Lucian's food. But he has to remember the alliance. He promised Lunafreya that he would support Noctis, and a blasted army of Lucians and Galahdians would gladly bar his way to the prince.
So he bites his tongue and swallows his pride. It's a bitter pill, but bitter is the only taste he's known for years. He turns back to the door to leave.]
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He will not die by my hand this day. [Ravus no longer has a device to look up where he lives.] I am capable of restraint, Marshall. I stayed my hand from revenge for years.
[Which would be more convincing without the property damage he did. But it also speaks to the fact that Ravus is willing to take his vengeance ice cold if he can get it no other way.]
Apologies for taking so long.
And did you think it was worth the cost? Worth all the lives lost because of that gods-damn never-ending war? The retaliation your people would've faced from Lucis if we had successfully repelled the Empire?
[His touch is still even and firm, even as his voice and glare seem as sharp as a cruel blade.]
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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?]
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[Cor sighs irritably, but doesn't hand over the bandages just yet.]
And leave you to fend for yourself, like a horrible roommate? I think not. Now, give your hand back...
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Oh, how noble of you. How easily Lucian aid comes now, when it costs you nothing.
[Since the bandages are not forthcoming, Ravus stands again, walking to the door.]
You renounce me for joining the Empire, and renounce me for rebelling against them. [Ravus hasn't seen the fallout of his treason, but he knows what surely must come of it.] You'll understand why your opinion means nothing to me.
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[The words are spat at Ravus' back, as Cor finally starts to feel his fuse growing short. Gods, he knew that Ravus never liked Lucis after Regis' fuck-ups involving the Tenebrean invasion and resulting fallout. But how in the hells did even his sister put up with this kind of asshole for both family and a possible leader?
And he wants to go after him so very badly. He even takes the first step towards him as Ravus reaches the door. But he then stops and realizes that his temper is truly sparking in his head, and thus retracts that step.]
...go work off your anger on some practice dummies, then. And don't you dare be late for dinner, asshole. Or you're gonna be stuck with cold leftovers.
[Look, at least Cor can say that he himself hasn't tried to be a Decent Roommate. One of them has to make the effort to begin with...]
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Then what was I supposed to do? Wait for a rescue that was never going to come?
[It is so easy for them to say he was wrong, but what the fuck else could he have done?
He wants to tell Cor to choke on his dinner. He's so angry he'd rather starve than eat a single bite of a Lucian's food. But he has to remember the alliance. He promised Lunafreya that he would support Noctis, and a blasted army of Lucians and Galahdians would gladly bar his way to the prince.
So he bites his tongue and swallows his pride. It's a bitter pill, but bitter is the only taste he's known for years. He turns back to the door to leave.]