You were fortunate. Most foolish enough to attempt what you did pay the price, but never receive the power.

[The hand of his borrowed magitek arm forms a fist.]

The kings judged you worthy.

[There is, perhaps, the slightest emphasis on the 'you'. Ravus turns his focus on the coffee Ignis has brewed, ceasing this talk of rings and royals to take a long sip. The conversation needed to be had, but he hopes they can move on and never speak of it again.]