Ronan braced himself once he saw the anger. He balled his hands into fists, ready to fight. He was such an idiot to say anything, to trust, of course she was just one more person who wanted to kill him.

Then her expression changed and Ronan could not tell if she'd just changed her mind or it was an act. Maybe she just wasn't sure if she could take him in a fight now and decided to buy her time?

God, he wished Adam were here. He'd know what to do. He'd probably also tell Ronan he'd fucked up but he'd probably come up with some solution.

"You don't have to apologize. Just don't tell anyone." His voice was harsher and there was more fear in it, but when Ronan heard it he was reminded of his father's voice. Don't tell anyone.

He reached for her hand, hoping that would somehow hold her to the promise. The moment their hands touched he saw movement in the corner of his eyes. He jerked back and looked at the drones only to find them turning into flower. The petals slowly fell from what used to be the drones' bodies and were lifted by a sudden, inexplicable breeze.

Ronan's mouth parted. Oh. That was kind of beautiful.