Ronan opened his mouth, ready to lash out again. He closed it instead.
The problem was, he'd been lonely for so long and just when he thought he had someone who understood, he lost them. And Saturday had been a jerk but she still reminded him of Blue. And maybe, maybe she understood. Maybe the people here weren't going to murder him for what he could do.
He was so tired of secrets.
When he spoke again, his voice was nothing more than a whisper. "I can bring things back from dreams. My father could too. That's why they killed him. When a dreamer dies, anything living they brought back from their dreams falls asleep. He didn't hurt my mom." His fingers twitched and he picked at his sleeves. "I can't do it here but I don't think that matters to some people." He gave her an intense look. "Understand?"
Whether or not those people were here or if Jorgmund felt the same, he had no idea. Making something from seemingly nothing seemed a bit too close to Stuff for Ronan's comfort. He loved taking risks but it was more than his life on the line.
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The problem was, he'd been lonely for so long and just when he thought he had someone who understood, he lost them. And Saturday had been a jerk but she still reminded him of Blue. And maybe, maybe she understood. Maybe the people here weren't going to murder him for what he could do.
He was so tired of secrets.
When he spoke again, his voice was nothing more than a whisper. "I can bring things back from dreams. My father could too. That's why they killed him. When a dreamer dies, anything living they brought back from their dreams falls asleep. He didn't hurt my mom." His fingers twitched and he picked at his sleeves. "I can't do it here but I don't think that matters to some people." He gave her an intense look. "Understand?"
Whether or not those people were here or if Jorgmund felt the same, he had no idea. Making something from seemingly nothing seemed a bit too close to Stuff for Ronan's comfort. He loved taking risks but it was more than his life on the line.