To Ronan's ears, Zero-Zeno sounded like some kind of study trick. Latin class was his only real passion in school, but it had never covered philosophy. He was entirely self taught and that mostly consisted of just reading and relying on his own reflections. He might encourage his boyfriend pursuing higher education, but when he thought someone else was forcing themselves to endure that?

Ugh.

"What, did you take a class in college?" Ronan sounded less than thrilled with the prospect. "I don't know about Noble Truths. But if they're about like self-control and not letting other people's shit affect you, then maybe it is." Naturally, Ronan would be a terrible adherent to the Stoic philosophy, not that he ever bothered. But some part of him longed for that life while his own spiraled out of control.

"No idea what a physical adept is but I'm going with miniature dragon. But God, that would be pretty badass." He then remembered the last dragon he encountered, from the mind of another dreamer.

That had objectively been badass. Subjectively, it'd been terrifying. He still remembered its death and the death of its creator.

Ronan reached for the leather wrist bands that weren't there. He pulled his hand away, empty and unsatisfied.