Ronan turns away, wrapping his hands around another sword hilt, leaning against it rather than trying to pry it away. He might not be sleepy, but he's fucking exhausted. There's no rest for him in sleep. He's either hyperactive with the power of creation or terror-struck, battling the darkest parts of himself and praying he wakes up on the other side. He'd thought it might be easier here to focus on the best parts of dreaming, but it's just more of the same bullshit. He sucks and he'll keep sucking and then he'll die.
Even though he doesn't want anything less than to talk about this, he mutters, "I was looking for someone."
He doesn't say the name, because it'll be meaningless to Kylo. Bryde. It was stupid of him to even try. What the hell could Bryde do for him now? Tell him that he's a self-centered dick? Remind him that he's got no one? That he failed?
"Then I got lost. I thought I was in a forest I knew, but I wasn't. I kept getting turned around. The trees usually help me, but they didn't speak my language."
We don't know any Greywaren.
Ronan drops his gaze to the sword, digging at a scuff in the pommel with his thumbnail. This is where it gets a little embarrassing, but fuck it. "So I started looking for you instead," he mutters bitterly. "Because at least you're in this world, and you said you'd help me, so... Whatever. You weren't there, either. All I found was your sword. So I kept going. And I found your sword again. Again and again and again. I followed them like fucking breadcrumbs, until there weren't trees anymore. There was just this shit. Everywhere."
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Ronan turns away, wrapping his hands around another sword hilt, leaning against it rather than trying to pry it away. He might not be sleepy, but he's fucking exhausted. There's no rest for him in sleep. He's either hyperactive with the power of creation or terror-struck, battling the darkest parts of himself and praying he wakes up on the other side. He'd thought it might be easier here to focus on the best parts of dreaming, but it's just more of the same bullshit. He sucks and he'll keep sucking and then he'll die.
Even though he doesn't want anything less than to talk about this, he mutters, "I was looking for someone."
He doesn't say the name, because it'll be meaningless to Kylo. Bryde. It was stupid of him to even try. What the hell could Bryde do for him now? Tell him that he's a self-centered dick? Remind him that he's got no one? That he failed?
"Then I got lost. I thought I was in a forest I knew, but I wasn't. I kept getting turned around. The trees usually help me, but they didn't speak my language."
We don't know any Greywaren.
Ronan drops his gaze to the sword, digging at a scuff in the pommel with his thumbnail. This is where it gets a little embarrassing, but fuck it. "So I started looking for you instead," he mutters bitterly. "Because at least you're in this world, and you said you'd help me, so... Whatever. You weren't there, either. All I found was your sword. So I kept going. And I found your sword again. Again and again and again. I followed them like fucking breadcrumbs, until there weren't trees anymore. There was just this shit. Everywhere."