[Red drops being to seep through the white fabric of Ravus' coat at his left shoulder where his blows tore open old scars. He groans in pain and frustration as this fucking gargantua of a man literally disarms him, ripping at the arm until the final strap on the harness snaps and the limb separates.]

You don't...deserve to live... [He surrenders his tenuous grip on Gladiolus' throat to strike out at Gladio wherever he can reach, pinned though he is. Since the brute is bearing his weight, he kicks out as well. It's nowhere near the damage he could do with his sword in hand back home, and the Shield's hide seems harder to pierce than an Iron Giant's. The apparent lack of damage only fuels his anger, driving Ravus to struggle harder to leave some sort of scar on this man. Words, then, what words does he have to bury into Gladiolus' flesh, to make him bleed?]

They. should. have. let. this. accursed. world. die. [He spits through clenched teeth.] There is nothing. in our star. worth Lunafreya's life.

[No you, Amicitia, and certaintly not Ravus.] Noctis, too. His life, traded for yours, his weak, defective shield. All the good die, until only the trash like us remain.