[It's like Ignis and Prompto all over again. Yet instead of allowing the stubbornness of the dreamer get to him, he does his best to steel himself. It's hard enough to hear the voice of the woman he loved and had heard so many times on the radio, and then in person in front of so many - strong, resilient, and resolved with quiet passion - drained and exhausted like how he was yet worked hard to regain his own agency.

Ignorant of the cost, indeed, he thinks, hand squeezing into a fist. He shouldn't be here, in witness to this memory, yet if he doesn't wake Ravus somehow, he will be trapped in here for the gods know how long.]

By her hand, it was done. [He mutters, using Ravus' own words.] Ravus, she wouldn't want you to remember her like this: weakened by the Covenants and barely able to stand; begging to have her burden lifted. She'd want you to remember her for the woman she was before this.