Every fiber of Lucius's being screamed in protest, yet he couldn't control himself. Why couldn't he stop? He felt his lips twist into a cruel smirk, saw his hands raise a dagger, the dagger he always kept with him as a reminder but never used, never even considered using. He saw Raven's lips moving but heard nothing as he plunged the blade deep into the other man's chest. He wasn't fighting back, wasn't even resisting. Why wasn't he? Raven could easily overpower him, he knew that. Not anymore, though; the light in his friend's eyes went out, and hot, sticky, red liquid gushed out of his wound as the monk pulled the blade out, soaking his hands and robe. What had he done? Why? Why?
An alarmed Raven rushed to Lucius's side as soon as he cried out in the night, thinking that perhaps bandits were attacking. The reality was less frightening, but no easier to watch. The blond-haired Etrurian was writhing in his sleep and wailing incoherently.
"Lucius... Lucius. Wake up."
The other man awoke with a gasp. His wide eyes soon found the red-haired mercenary.
"Ray-Raymond..."
Without another word, the monk wrapped his arms tightly around his friend, burying his face in the other's chest and sobbing. Raven awkwardly reciprocated. He wasn't the best with either physical contact or comforting people, but with Lucius so distressed, he had to try.
"Shhh... It's alright. Just a nightmare. You're fine."
That seemed to help a little, at least. Lucius still trembled uncontrollably in Raven's arms, but he had calmed down enough to speak. His words were too quiet and rushed, not to mention muffled, for Raven to make much sense of them, but he caught his name a few times, as well as "hands stained with blood". What that meant, he wasn't certain, but his companion sounded like he had just watched the death of someone he cared about greatly. He wondered whose hands he spoke of, but didn't want to risk upsetting Lucius further by questioning him now. It could wait until later.
Raven remained with his friend until he fell back asleep, shaking his head slightly as he watched him sleeping peacefully now.
"Y'know, Lucius... Sometimes you make it very hard to remember that you're the older one," he remarked softly.
With that, he turned and headed back to his own bed. They could very well end up fighting bandits the next day, and he intended to be well-rested if that happened.