[Part of Ravus knows he's being irrational to get this worked up over what is probably just an emotion-fuelled trinket, and yet one powerful ring is enough for him to want nothing to do with any other rings exhibiting any kind of power ever again. The memory of the last, of the agony it brought, is still too fresh in his mind.
And yet all thought even of that is banished when Ravus feels that warm hand on his, and that familiar voice. His eyes -- now a mismatched blue and violet, a side-effect of the magitek -- widen in disbelief as he seeks out his sister's face.]
Lunafreya? This cannot be...
[And yet he knows it can. In fact, he knows better than anyone that time and death mean very little to a place like this.]
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And yet all thought even of that is banished when Ravus feels that warm hand on his, and that familiar voice. His eyes -- now a mismatched blue and violet, a side-effect of the magitek -- widen in disbelief as he seeks out his sister's face.]
Lunafreya? This cannot be...
[And yet he knows it can. In fact, he knows better than anyone that time and death mean very little to a place like this.]