There was nothing rational about Ronan's question. There was nothing rational about Ronan. This wasn't a time for rationality. Why would he bother clinging to all of that after everything that happened? Still, Gansey's alarm remained, propelled by the monmentum of Ronan's leap toward him when he'd walked out of that small, strange room.
"I wasn't," Gansey began. "Yes, I was, but not for long." That was no way to explain what was happening. If this were Gansey standing before Ronan lobbying questions, he would wish for as litte resistence as possible.
A thumb found Gansey's lip. He breathed. "I found him." He meant Glendower and he was sure Ronan knew that; it was a thing written on his face: something so personal to him that no amount of public and private seperation could do much to mask his passion for it. Now, it was a passion extinguished. It still kicked up plumes of smoke.
"Someone beat us to it. From the looks of it, by thousands of years." He shrugged as if to say what can you do?. It meant too much to speak about even still, but here he was. He'd been so sure his purpose was tied up in that king that he hadn't considered there might be nothing to find.
Another breath, this one less measured. He'd retold the story to his parents, the women of Fox Way, dreamed about it on sleepless nights. It didn't matter that it hurt. All he had to do was get to the end.
"Piper Greenmantle woke the third sleeper: a demon. It started to eat away at Noah, it was decaying Cabeswater. It possessed Adam. It tried to unmake you." It would have succeeded, Gansey thought, if he hadn't done something. The only thing there was to do.
Here, he tripped up. He derailed himself with: "There was no other way."
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"I wasn't," Gansey began. "Yes, I was, but not for long." That was no way to explain what was happening. If this were Gansey standing before Ronan lobbying questions, he would wish for as litte resistence as possible.
A thumb found Gansey's lip. He breathed. "I found him." He meant Glendower and he was sure Ronan knew that; it was a thing written on his face: something so personal to him that no amount of public and private seperation could do much to mask his passion for it. Now, it was a passion extinguished. It still kicked up plumes of smoke.
"Someone beat us to it. From the looks of it, by thousands of years." He shrugged as if to say what can you do?. It meant too much to speak about even still, but here he was. He'd been so sure his purpose was tied up in that king that he hadn't considered there might be nothing to find.
Another breath, this one less measured. He'd retold the story to his parents, the women of Fox Way, dreamed about it on sleepless nights. It didn't matter that it hurt. All he had to do was get to the end.
"Piper Greenmantle woke the third sleeper: a demon. It started to eat away at Noah, it was decaying Cabeswater. It possessed Adam. It tried to unmake you." It would have succeeded, Gansey thought, if he hadn't done something. The only thing there was to do.
Here, he tripped up. He derailed himself with: "There was no other way."