His facial expression became blank at the harsh words of Octavia. Sadness overwhelmed Lucius but he did not say anything to her. Was he rash in what he had said to her? Had he really wanted to die this day, when everything seemed to be lost, yet there was still hope. Hope. That's what he needed the most now, more then ever. He had just been on the verge of dying again and this time, Octavia had healed him. 

He looked up at the angel, protecting him, his crippled body and he could not understand why she did not run. To get away from this, to leave him behind in the name of saving her. Instead she had healed him, then refuted his claim by saying that he had to have her permission to die. He had to live and find true love, to see the end of the war. The thing that made him most upset was that if he failed to do this, then he would be imprisoned and renounced as a traitor. Those words, her words, hurt him the most. 

She had doomed him to misery and there was nothing he could do about it.

Lucius eventually managed to sit up, just in time to see the wraith turn on her allies and thrust deadly ice spikes around the clearing. Lucius watched in horror as the witch girl was basically impaled by the large spikes. It sent shivers down his spine, was that how it had looked like when he was struck by the monster?

As an ice spike nearly impaled his head, a voice he had never heard before uttered in the clearing. Was that him? The king of darkness? Well, his voice at least. 

Things happened quickly after that, both sides went their separate ways and Octavia finally mended his bones. Amazing magic that was. Not an hour ago he had been severally crippled but now he was walking again. Sure, there was still a lot of pain, but none as severe has in his heart. Words had been uttered this day that Lucius would never forgive and that wraith would pay for what she did to them all.

When Octavia tugged at his hand saying it was time to leave, he would have grabbed it but instead he pulled away slightly as he saw her display at the prince. He gave the prince one too, one middle finger before he turned away and led the way back to the border. Lucius tried to see if he could spot or where she had gotten to, but had no luck and he dared to not stay and search. He regretted that decision greatly.

When the angel finally spoke to him, he could see she was greatly upset and without saying anything he sat down next to her, wrapped an arm around her small shoulders and pulled her close to his chest. A hug was, sometimes, all you needed.