[Ravus is on the verge of an angry response: what would Noctis understand of any of the choices he made in how he was towards Lunafreya, with both of them under the thumb of the Empire? How could he possibly understand when he had not lived such a life?

He takes a deep breath, visibly struggling to keep his composure, before dropping his hand from his sword.]

I understand full well that my sister's will is her own, and I erred in the past to think I could sway it. What she does and where she goes is her own choice.