Third person POV
Ronan paces in his room, worry etched in his features. Damon is seated at the other corner of the room, a piece of broken wooden staff in hand, he surveys it twisting his hands and even pretending to lunge it at no one in particular. He halts and sees Ronan still pacing, his patience hanging on a thread.
"Why don't you go to Ravika and save yourself this stress." Damon questions, but Ronan doesn't stop to answer.
Damon scoffs, his eyes finally settling on his father, while flashing a scrutinizing stare at him. When it looks like he has had enough of his restless pacing, he tosses the broken stick onto the ground.
"I knew it, I knew we should never have fully depended on Ravika. We were better of without her in the first place." Damon criticizes, but Ronan for some rea
