[That manages to get a little smile out of him, sharp and dangerous, like barbed wire.]
You called it 'junk science'. [But he takes the tea gratefully, despite having already drank quite a bit of liquid. He's dehydrated, he feels like shit, and this is better than anything else he could be handed right about now.]
It's a real place, but it's also not. Like, if you were in my world, you could go there yourself, but I can go there when I'm asleep. I can shape it, do whatever I want. I don't get- what, alien invasions or zombies or whatever it is you guys dream about. [He shrugs.] Just there.
[Ronan just shakes his head at the question in a simple but honest answer.]
It was always there. I just didn't understand it. Too much shit was going on, I think. I didn't really use it until... fuck I don't know, a few months before we were kidnapped to the last world.
[There's a pause, before he offers Bruce a grim little smile- proud and weary at the same time.]
Chainsaw. She was the first time I did it on purpose.
[Ronan shoots him a look, then realizes that Bruce doesn't know him as well as Gansey does, probably can't read every nuance behind his expression. It's a sobering realization, and so he explains, shortly-]
You really want a monster tearing up the place? I'll stay here- I'm not going home for awhile- but I'm also not gonna fuck up the place that I helped build.
I could bring back something a lot worse than bees. [Without the glass in his hands to fidget with, he twists at the leather bands around his wrist instead, glancing toward the door he'd kicked in earlier.]
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You called it 'junk science'. [But he takes the tea gratefully, despite having already drank quite a bit of liquid. He's dehydrated, he feels like shit, and this is better than anything else he could be handed right about now.]
It's a real place, but it's also not. Like, if you were in my world, you could go there yourself, but I can go there when I'm asleep. I can shape it, do whatever I want. I don't get- what, alien invasions or zombies or whatever it is you guys dream about. [He shrugs.] Just there.
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[Is the 'junk science' conversation he remembers. But;]
How do those fit in to it being a dream? You know they're there in the ground?
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[He laughs, a little croaky in dehydration, and then winces at the sharp pang it brings to his head.]
I'm... connected to it, maybe. That specific place.
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[Growing implies something organic, but he doesn't want to assume.]
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[He shrugs, a little halfhearted as he takes a drink of his tea.]
But I can change it, because it's my dream. It lets me do what I want.
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[He wonders, stroking a thoughtful fingertip over his mouth.]
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It was always there. I just didn't understand it. Too much shit was going on, I think. I didn't really use it until... fuck I don't know, a few months before we were kidnapped to the last world.
[There's a pause, before he offers Bruce a grim little smile- proud and weary at the same time.]
Chainsaw. She was the first time I did it on purpose.
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[He thinks he remembers there being a name- and of course, that'd make sense.]
She's beautiful. And so devoted to you.
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[He snorts a little in laughter, but it's obviously clear that the devotion goes both ways.]
I left her at home. Didn't want her picking up my bad habits. [A little halfhearted shrug.] Parrish will take care of her if I'm gone for too long.
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[Says Bruce, sipping his own tea.]
I remember when that- person. Creature. Took a swipe at her.
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I'm going to kill him next time I see him.
[There's a pause, and he frowns because he figures that the demon attacking Chainsaw is probably not worth a death warrant in Bruce's eyes.]
-not just for Chainsaw, but. That's part of it.
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[Asks Bruce, patiently- not confrontationally, but really- he sees a lot of intention but not a lot of actual possibility here.]
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[A little crass, and Ronan gives him a pointed look. Given everything that Bruce has just found out about him...]
I have shit I can do. When I'm more prepared.
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[But he holds his palms up, sure already that he wants no part of it.]
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I'm gonna stay here for awhile.
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[More importantly. He hops down and steadies himself with a hand against the counter.]
I don't want to break the door down again.
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[But. Doable.]
There isn't a second lock upstairs.
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[Eventually. Ronan sighs and scrubs at the back of his head, fingers carding through his short hair.]
-later. I won't sleep here again.
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You really want a monster tearing up the place? I'll stay here- I'm not going home for awhile- but I'm also not gonna fuck up the place that I helped build.
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[Seriously, he thinks Ronan won't know until he knows.]
-why would it get torn up?
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I could bring back something a lot worse than bees. [Without the glass in his hands to fidget with, he twists at the leather bands around his wrist instead, glancing toward the door he'd kicked in earlier.]
It's fine. I know how to stay awake.
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[Is his instruction.]
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Sure, doctor. Thanks for the tea.
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