We're going to fight the world or we're dying trying

His words took Rivin aback. She would frown and, after a moment of thought, she shrugged. "He's not treating us fair, Diablo, but I know you're worth more than he says you are. Not like he has helped us with training… and he loses fights too." Rivin sighed. Him pointing out she was lucky for winning some of her fights stung, but Rivin couldn't blame his anger. "Diablo…" Her voice softens. "I want to prove to them that we're better than they say, but moreso I want them to lay off you. It's not fair. And… I hate you're the target." What's this? A sudden heart to heart? Rivin broke away from him before walking a few steps away.

"Diablo… If not for them, let's get better for ourselves." She looked over at him as her ears fell. "I know we haven't always hung out, but you're my brother, you know? If you're hurt I want to tear into the ones doing it… even if it's dad." Rivin lowered her gaze as she said that. It seemed like all Ignis would understand was fighting anyway. It hurt. She was angry, frustrated, and…

"I'm not going to have them belittle my brother. So come on. Let's train together. Besides… I'm sure it was only luck I won that first fight anyway. And my companions." She looked back to him. "What do you say Diablo? You in?"