"No," Ronan says. Not a fearful or desperate denial of the circumstances, but a solemn understanding. "I'm not saying it'll go great for us, but we're not cannon fodder."

The people who want to kill him never delay in attempting it, because they know that if he gets a single opportunity to make his move, it's over for them. They hunt. They don't capture. The ones who try to capture him want something more valuable than his death.

"They know me. They know what I do. They wouldn't waste something like me when they could use a human instead." He glances at Nadine. "No offense."