[ Rafa sees that wince, and forcibly tries to reign himself in. He doesn't know how to avoid transmitting what he feels except by somehow feeling less, and so he tries to be calm. There's a falseness to it, though. The tumult is still there beneath it all.

Now, though, a wave of sadness comes with it. ]

He is the one they made me fight. Ignacio, if you care about me then save him. He will keep risking himself for me. If there is a way for you to take us both, then I will come and be grateful to you, but if you can take only one then you must take him. Please. Promise me.

[ Honestly, he's not even sure how easy that will be. Can the Primus just take their pick of the Servus? Maybe they can, maybe that's within their gift. The Servus are slaves, after all. The thought of that is another angry surge through Rafa's mind. Outwardly, his jaw tenses. ]

And will you take me now, while the guards look on and watch me leave? Ask them if I am the obedient slave you seek, since I am no such thing.