Moonspear show them you are made of oak and iron. then gouge the sight from their eyes

Her many words eventually became too much for him to handle, but he still said nothing. He let them wash over him and felt as if he were drowning among them, grasping for understanding as she gave her instruction, her caution. The prospect of diving headlong in to battle alone had seemed like a massive test of his skills, one that he thought he could succeed at — but this was a lesson, even if he had not been there to partake in the adventure first-hand. He would learn from the mistakes of Llewellyn.

Revui nods when the words finally stop flowing, sighing deeply as the silence returns. He is comforted by all that Hydra has said; but most importantly to him, the boy prince is content to dwell in the quiet. To digest all of the information and make his decision. He knows immediately that he will not let anyone touch his mountain. He is determined to keep up with his training even though it frightens him now, because one day he will be strong enough that the fear will not stop him. He will not hesitate, and they will be victorious.

And, he thinks, he will always have Arcturus. The boy's expression becomes grave as he thinks of this, and he deigns to speak with his own words — rough though his voice may be. If Arcturus is with me, I will fight. Never alone. And.. Sister, he takes one glance at her, eye to eye, and presses his shoulder against her own suddenly, sharply, not meaning to harm or to put her off-balance but as a sign of solidarity. A rare moment of physical contact from a beast otherwise void of connection, we will kill. We will win.