[Ronan shakes his head and holds back a sudden well of emotion. Anger comes instead, and so when he speaks again, his voice is harsh, even if it's still aimless.]

It goes after dreams first. Her. It fucking- tore her apart.

[His hand makes a fist, but there's nothing in front of him to hit.]

Parrish and I found her after, just- [He's close, but he visibly forces himself to calm down, forces stillness, and barrels on.] -whatever. After the dreams were all ground up, it came after me, and now I'm here again.