Maybe it really had been his mistake to let you go when he first found that you betrayed Nifelheim. When Ravus found out that you were helping Noctis and his friends—he should have killed you right than and there when he had the chance, yet he didn't. Overcome by stupid sentiments or nostalgia? Amidst the battlefield, your weapon pressed up against his throat, the blade doesn't dig in enough to even draw blood—Ravus sees the look in your eyes, like he's a stranger to you all of a sudden just because you switched sides. Why were you even doing this? Just so Noctis and his friends can be safe. A few months ago that wasn't the case, everyone in Nifelheim hated Lucian vermin, including you and now you're helping the prince himself? How ironic. Ravus isn't stupid though, he knows Niflheim has always been in the wrong but he can't leave either. Your blade presses slightly into his neck, your expression gives nothing away. For someone who's always been able to read you like an open book, Ravus can't quite determine what's going through your head at the moment. The silence stretches on, uncomfortable and thick with tension—somewhere along the way, it had started to rain. Neither of you cared or probably didn't realize that both you and him were soaked down to the bone. "If you're going to kill me, then go ahead. Say goodbye to Lunafreya for me." Ravus finally breaks the silence, of course his first thought was his sister. You're the only one he even remotely trusted around her because you adored Lunafreya. He thought he could trust you. Ravus seemed outwardly unfazed at your weapon pressing against his throat. Save for his fists clenched tightly st his sides, the only telltale sign that gives way to how much this encounter and the circumstances truly bother him. After all you had known him best. You can see the subtle signs of irritation and restlessness in Ravus' body language.