The patient walking-through eventually leads his addled brain to some semblance of a conclusion, and Ravus nods as if he understands. He does. The mechanics of it, anyway. Why it upsets Ignis is still beyond him. Far worse things have been done to him before. Worse pains, and worse theft of his autonomy. Feeling dizzy and giddy is actually pleasant in comparison. Besides, Ravus has never truly worried whatever his body has been made to endure. He will simply persist. That is the way of it. He's too stubborn for anything less.

"I am a bit reckless," Ravus admits. But only a bit, he insists. That's not what troubles him about Ignis' explanation, though, and he moves past the little details. The hand that has been petting Ignis' suddenly grabs his wrist, and clutches a bit too tightly. He'll apologize later, right now, he feels Ignis needs to understand the gravity of what he's said.

"But I must be bound to someone to have purpose. It is my duty. It is who I am, and what makes me press ever forward. I cannot be weak, and if this world would strip me of my strength, then I must have it back at whatever cost. To protect those I care for. To protect those who care for me, too. To protect you."