Ravus could say he's surprised to hear that. After what he's done, what he's taken from Noctis. After failing Lunafreya. But he's always been too soft. Ravus has known that about the sensitive boy that came to his family all those years ago.

"Ignis thought he might, but even though I believed him, I thought perhaps this would be too much still." A maybe, but Ravus hasn't been holding onto hope for... anything, really, since arriving here. Hasn't even thought to reach for it.

But the others? Not a chance... right?

"I don't-" Ravus insists, or rather, he tries. He doesn't need support, whatever that entails. He's managed so far, hasn't he? But the exhaustion is heavier than his pride, and he doesn't even bother finishing what would amount to a poor defense anyway. "I don't understand why you all would worry about me. But I think I am not meant to at this point. I am not certain it can be explained to me in ways I've yet learned." Ravus exhales a defeated sigh. He probably should put up more of a fight, should tell them they're wasting their time or making a mistake, but he's so damned tired. Tired, and if he could be honest with himself, lonely.

"Just like that, then? You bleeding-heart Lucians will bring home any stray." It's a fangless little bite back, the last of his will to fight for his misplaced pride.