Repeat Until Death

Was it possible his mere rejection - if it could even be considered that - had turned Ignis so violent and unpredictable? It seemed unlikely, but then again Corvus didn't see Ignis frequently enough to say for certain that this penchant for chaos had not been stewing for quite some time. He cast his gaze down at Theory's look toward him; it was unreadable in the presence of a stranger but he felt guilty nonetheless. Hopefully she'd understand once they talked privately that he couldn't have anticipated such a thing from their last encounter. "I don't know. Maybe?" Corvus answered weakly, the extent of his uncertainty audible in every syllable he spoke. Truly he wasn't sure; clearly he thought that his reaction at their last meeting had been uncharacteristic, but... he couldn't have anticipated this sort of reaction from him. "He was not himself. He reacted violently toward me, but I thought it was.. just between us. I couldn't have known," he struggled to explain, looking apologetically toward Drifa. He was glad she had come to warn them though was equally as surprised at the fact that she thought it dire enough to warrant escaping even further south. He couldn't imagine looking upon his former friend as cautiously as Drifa was, but... perhaps he needed to start. Corvus shuffled his weight side to side, clearly uneasy with both the news and how he ought to react to it.