Revenant's workshop
For the most part, it seemed Revenant had been busy working on his initial report while Maddie and Tarmo had talked. In reality though, he'd intentionally refrained from interrupting thus far, figuring it would be more interesting to let the two competitors interact for now... plus this report genuinely was quite important and required as much detail as possible. As their conversation drew to a close and Tarmo turned his attention back to the mechanic, the Revenant just so happened to be nearly done... for now.
"You've got nothing to worry about here, Dragon," he nodded as he swiveled back around in his chair, "Keeping all of you in tip-top fighting shape, mech-wise, is just about the only fun the big dogs are letting me have around here. We can start your diagnostic anytime you're ready, by the way."
Caridin (pondering deep questions with his elders in the Arena)
"Lucifer...?" Caridin pondered aloud as Arcturus explained. That name... it sounded familiar. He could've sworn he'd heard it in some of the obscure, ancient stories and allegories Erikur had told him. The same stories and allegories he had plucked the name Raguel from. Or at least, he was fairly certain they were all connected, somehow. Honestly it had been really fecking confusing at times. Something about falling from good graces and going on to become a villain. Yeh, that sounded about right going off what Arcturus was describing, so the name was pretty damn apt for his nemesis. There were far more pressing things in the man's story than the name, however. Caridin couldn't help but glance down at his own hands at the mention of light so destructive, even a mere mote of it was enough to crack the cosmos. So destructive that it had a bad habit of turning on the very one who wielded it.
They were still there, on his hands. Where they'd been for a decade. The webbed scars arcing along his palms, fingers, and just under the thumb. The marks of his quest, the permanent reminder of his own nemesis and the crimes which set him down this path to begin with. Palms that, Caridin supposed, were barely human. Would those scars, this inhuman ugliness that marked both his purpose in this festerin' world and the source of his hatred, metaphorically spread if he kept kindling the light in his heart? Would he become just like the Lucifer from Erikur's allegories, and the one from Arcturus' past? Would he eventually end up the villain, the very thing he seeks to destroy? No better than the man he's chasing? Destroying himself right along with innocent folk around him?
"I'd rather feckin' die a thousand times over..." he whispered in answer to his own query. After a moment more of staring, he finally forced his attention off his hands and back to Arcturus. "I can see why ye fecking hate the man then. I'd hate him too. And I'd hate meself even more if I ever fell that far."