[Ravus lowers his sword, not trusting himself to keep from lashing out if Gladiolus keeps at this. His emotions have been simmering for days, but as of yet, they haven't boiled over.]

Yes, you idiot, I'm exceedingly angry with you. But if you're too busy whimpering and cringing with self-pity, there's no point in talking to you.

[He raises his sword again.] So either face me, or leave again. Choose.