The way the professor Thorn had placed his hand over on his head was unexpected. It was a sort of a curveball unexpected out of a man like him after all that he'd heard about this white-haired boogieman of a teacher before his eyes. As the brunette's eyes began to widen in surprise, the teacher began to explain that Raven never gave the professor to properly defend himself in his office. This was no longer a rebuke - rather the man seemed to want to speak his piece to the boy, almost as if there was something that he wanted to get across but he never gave him the chance to do so. Funny, this entire meeting seemed to have turned from a simple greeting, to a fight, then into some strange counseling session. 

A silent huff left the boy as he looked off to the side, lightly slapping away the man's hand away from his head. He didn't need to be treated like some kid who'd just spilled his milk. If the man was going to talk to him, he would do just that - though the boy did wish that they'd do the talk somewhere else. With the all this crowd gathering around them, Raven felt... tad bit vulnerable. All the destruction he'd caused throughout was quite apparent, looking back and some students were even going out of their to take pictures. Damn it, what the hell was he trying to get across to him? If there weren't any people around them, he would've walked off on his own - knowing that, the teacher probably calculated this from their little spark earlier and decided to use shame as a form of a weapon to root the mute in place. 

<"What the hell does he want?"> 

Then it came. 

"I killed people when I was younger." 

Thinking back, Raven did recall Professor Zari mentioning that he'd killed his first victim at an age of thirteen. So what? What did that have to do with anything? The boy crossed his arms over his chest, and scowled, not exactly angry, rather as if to tell the man before him: 'Get to the point.' However, the boy couldn't help but notice this calm and solemn expression on this man's face. There was a tint of regret and sadness behind his eyes as well mixed with flames that seemed to burning bright. A righteous anger, more towards himself than at the boy. 

"It was like I killed in the name of justice or something. I was a member of a criminal organization. My specialty was theft, assassination, and full-out combat. To this day I forget how many people I killed. You see this tattoo around my neck?" The man withdrew the collar on his shirt, showing him an tattoo which symbolized the organization he previously belonged to. "This was proof of my station. Reaper, they called me. Is that they call someone that sat at a desk for his life? Is that something they called someone that didn't know what is was like to let their emotions run away from them?"

After hearing this man talk, Raven never would've thought that someone like Professor Thorn was someone who'd fought - and actually killed people for a living. To think that a student, like him, who never killed people in his entire life fought against a man who could've so very easily ended his life many times over was... well, terrifying. It was a prospect that sent chills down the boy's spine, but he dared not to show it. Not to this man. Perhaps out of a foolish pride as a fighter, part of a Clovis blood running through his veins. He'd already lost this bout. The most he could do was to stare at this man without fear.  

"But my point I want to state. Is that I see something in you that resembles what I was. And I cannot allow you to grow into such a monster. I conducted this episode for you. Hoping I could take away some of your rage. But even if I did it shall return. And it shall continue to return until you are swallowed whole."

So he saw something like it inside him?

Raven tilted his head in curiosity. He never thought the blows he landed on this man was to outright kill him - rather, discourage him from advancing any further, to beat him down, make him taste his own demise and defeat. The mute approached most of his opponents like that, unless they were Grimm. However, there were times when he felt lost control over himself, it was somewhat of a euphoric feeling that the boy couldn't really bring himself to describe to know that he was overpowering his opponents, ask himself what'd happen if he pushed further, if he hit them in this spot, what he could do to torment them. Just as he'd done so earlier. 

Over and over, when the professor was open to his strikes earlier, Raven could've easily ended the fight in a single blow. However, something kept him going. Something inside him wanted to see the man fall to his knees, beg for his life, and he'd beat him, over and over and over till this man's face was nothing but black and blue. It was nothing but pure sadism born out of his rage. And that wasn't the first time something like this had happened either. Thinking back, Raven couldn't exactly remember how many students he'd sent to infirmary. 

The revelation soon took hold of the boy's heart, and caused him to look away, biting his lower lip slightly to a point that it bled. He tried to deny it to himself that wasn't him.

<"... That's not me. I'm not like him.">