Rhy stares at him, as though he's having trouble understanding the words coming out of Ronan's mouth. Or maybe it's the look in his eyes, the electric too-bright blue that cuts through him with a sharpness Rhy hasn't felt from him before.

Some of what Ronan references is from before Rhy was Summoned, but he knows the basics, both from Ronan and a couple others, not all of them in Thorne. He knows, vaguely, about the strangers who pulled half the Summoned from the dungeons where they'd been imprisoned for no apparent reason. Not the sort of situation where people would have needed much convincing to betray their jailers. But Rhy wasn't there; he doesn't know what happened firsthand. That isn't what he wants to focus on.

Ronan can have his opinions on what the duties of the Summoned are. If he was betrayed by friends who left Thorne then, Rhy cannot blame him for it. Neither can he blame him for the bitterness and pain caused by those who had hurt him and Kylo when they'd gone to defend the Singularity when it had Dimmed. Rhy is under no illusion that he knows all the details.

The thing is, it doesn't matter. None of it, to him, justifies a mass strike without warning or even formal declaration of war, by the looks of it over a city, not a military camp. Likely largely on civilians.

"Is this what saving the world looks like?"