A tug found Rav's chest at Logi's words. The gravity of it shook him to the core. 'Jealous?' he thought, taking a step back as if the word insulted him.
A frown was carved into his features. "I care for Isadora, that is all."
Logi barked a scornful laugh at the ridiculous answer. "And I'm slow-witted like you."
"I've seen it, Logi!" Rav closed the distance between them as he grabbed Logi's collar. "Isadora will not survive this."
No one understood this better than he did. He grew up with Kraven and had been there his entire life.
He watched the demons of Kraven's past grow wings, the darkness that haunted his home, his downfall, and death with his own eyes.
Logi may claim he knew everything but he knew nothing. Not like he did.
"It doesn't matter now, you don't interfere. You gave me your word, Raviel Ignisar!"
