[At a wave, the Bartender pours Ravus a glass of the bourbon Ignis has been drinking. Ravus swirls the amber liquid in the cup, delaying his words.]

The Oracle is the bridge between humanity and the Astrals. Our line has long communed with the Gods' messengers. We have always known the price of the Covenant to our Blood.

[From there, it was no great leap to conclude the prince's fate as well. Ravus does not meet Ignis' eyes.] I know not if it is more kind or cruel, to be told that which cannot be changed.

[Because Ravus knows now, it could not. He had tried to defy fate to no avail.]