Ronan breathes a soft laugh, though his humor evaporates almost instantly as his thoughts turn in the direction of the world he just left behind. The life he just left behind.

...Assuming he left at all. Maybe he's still asleep. Maybe he'll never wake up.

"I was trying to free magic," Ronan says. His eyes are open again, unwilling to stay in the dark, which suddenly feels bottomless. Infinite. "It's been trapped for as long as anyone can remember, tied to ley lines. It was being strangled. I wanted it to be everywhere, so I started destroying everything that got in the way."