Somehow, it feels like he's been waiting for years to hear those words. Ronan's grip goes slack at the sound of Gansey's voice, before he tightens again, relief and joy and anticipation and accomplishment somehow all churning together to make him immeasurably sad, as if all of the everything he'd been biding away before this point has decided to surface now that he doesn't have to just get through it anymore.
He got through it. They all did, and they're going to live.
For the first time, Ronan considers their future. Not just the Barns, not just the separation he'd been so scared of in the recent months, but a future beyond this quest, beyond self discovery, even beyond Cabeswater. He doesn't know what it could be, he doesn't even know where he'd start, but it feels all at once, overwhelming with possibility. It feels like an open field with a horizon that stretches on forever. It feels like growing up.
Gansey is pulling back before Ronan is quite ready to face him again, and so he turns away for a moment, rubs at his eyes like he's tired or something, and nods, his throat a little stuck when he speaks.]
It's fucked up. It still has all of us, though. [Ronan swallows, wets his lips so his voice sounds a little less strained.]
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Somehow, it feels like he's been waiting for years to hear those words. Ronan's grip goes slack at the sound of Gansey's voice, before he tightens again, relief and joy and anticipation and accomplishment somehow all churning together to make him immeasurably sad, as if all of the everything he'd been biding away before this point has decided to surface now that he doesn't have to just get through it anymore.
He got through it. They all did, and they're going to live.
For the first time, Ronan considers their future. Not just the Barns, not just the separation he'd been so scared of in the recent months, but a future beyond this quest, beyond self discovery, even beyond Cabeswater. He doesn't know what it could be, he doesn't even know where he'd start, but it feels all at once, overwhelming with possibility. It feels like an open field with a horizon that stretches on forever. It feels like growing up.
Gansey is pulling back before Ronan is quite ready to face him again, and so he turns away for a moment, rubs at his eyes like he's tired or something, and nods, his throat a little stuck when he speaks.]
It's fucked up. It still has all of us, though. [Ronan swallows, wets his lips so his voice sounds a little less strained.]
Here together.