[He's struck by the urge to apologize for not being able to give Adam a clear answer, and Ronan swallows it down quickly. He's being honest, there's no need to apologize for that, but still, he doesn't think that it's the answer that Adam waned to hear.
Ronan is still trying out this empathy thing, trying to be better about sensing Adam's moods and reacting to them in a way that won't piss him off, but in a situation like this, he's not sure what he can really do or say to make it better. It's not that Adam isn't unique, that he doesn't love him and wouldn't recognize an impostor in a heartbeat, but rather that his impostor was exactly like him.
It's disconcerting to think about what might have happened otherwise. Ronan loving this thing, Ronan trusting it like he trusts Adam. Who knows what it could have done? Maybe Adam was right in taking care of it, but Ronan still isn't sure what could have happened. They'll probably never know.]
Alright. I'll move it in.
[Easier to not have to do the burial on a thing that looks just like you. Ronan sighs and stands up, hesitating a moment before leaning down to pick up the body. There's blood- sticky now, smearing across Ronan's arms, and the body itself is stiff with the time they spent digging, but still maneuverable into the hole.
Ronan leaves his jacket over the face and chest when he steps back. It seems better that way.]
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Ronan is still trying out this empathy thing, trying to be better about sensing Adam's moods and reacting to them in a way that won't piss him off, but in a situation like this, he's not sure what he can really do or say to make it better. It's not that Adam isn't unique, that he doesn't love him and wouldn't recognize an impostor in a heartbeat, but rather that his impostor was exactly like him.
It's disconcerting to think about what might have happened otherwise. Ronan loving this thing, Ronan trusting it like he trusts Adam. Who knows what it could have done? Maybe Adam was right in taking care of it, but Ronan still isn't sure what could have happened. They'll probably never know.]
Alright. I'll move it in.
[Easier to not have to do the burial on a thing that looks just like you. Ronan sighs and stands up, hesitating a moment before leaning down to pick up the body. There's blood- sticky now, smearing across Ronan's arms, and the body itself is stiff with the time they spent digging, but still maneuverable into the hole.
Ronan leaves his jacket over the face and chest when he steps back. It seems better that way.]
Good, you think?