Ronan waited for the judgment. He was used to it and he judged himself for the person he'd used to be although not as harshly anymore. When Saturday moved onto her own truths and lie, his expression was a muted mixture of relief and surprise.

Maybe music competitions were cool where she was from.

"Save the earth, screw everyone else? It's always the same, isn't it. Different cause, same result." Ronan had the luxury of staying out of movements and politics altogether. Either that or it was a survival mechanism. He hadn't exactly picked apart his life to determine which was which.

"Hm," Ronan put on a look of mock thoughtfulness. "The pickle one seems too obvious. Bananas."