Any joy Ronan might have felt at the appearance of FROM CHAOS is dulled by the words preceding it. Fresh hot shame sweeps over Ronan at the mention of Bryde, his jaw working as he grinds down his teeth on words he doesn't have.
He could point out that yes, actually, she did let her dream self run the show. She's done it for at least a decade. But Ronan disagrees with the premise, too. Whatever Bryde is, he's not Ronan. He's not an alternate Ronan or an improved Ronan or even a distilled facet of Ronan. He's simply from Ronan.
Of course, that doesn't counter Hennessy's real point: Ronan was a fool. He'd looked around for someone to trust and found not a single person in his life capable of feeling anything true for him. Something in him had understood that even the people he loved would never love him and so it had given him someone who would remain after everyone else had gone.
What Hennessy doesn't understand is that Bryde wasn't the one who'd played him. It was everyone else. Bryde had been the one to catch him while he was bleeding from all the other knives in his back.
Ronan glances at Kylo, his new lodestar, and he's instantly steadied. Kylo's not his dream. Kylo chose him, and he's still choosing him, unwavering. Hennessy doesn't know shit.
"I told you," Ronan says, returning his attention to her and her dreamt sword. "Things are gonna be different here. You can do anything."
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He could point out that yes, actually, she did let her dream self run the show. She's done it for at least a decade. But Ronan disagrees with the premise, too. Whatever Bryde is, he's not Ronan. He's not an alternate Ronan or an improved Ronan or even a distilled facet of Ronan. He's simply from Ronan.
Of course, that doesn't counter Hennessy's real point: Ronan was a fool. He'd looked around for someone to trust and found not a single person in his life capable of feeling anything true for him. Something in him had understood that even the people he loved would never love him and so it had given him someone who would remain after everyone else had gone.
What Hennessy doesn't understand is that Bryde wasn't the one who'd played him. It was everyone else. Bryde had been the one to catch him while he was bleeding from all the other knives in his back.
Ronan glances at Kylo, his new lodestar, and he's instantly steadied. Kylo's not his dream. Kylo chose him, and he's still choosing him, unwavering. Hennessy doesn't know shit.
"I told you," Ronan says, returning his attention to her and her dreamt sword. "Things are gonna be different here. You can do anything."