[Ronan's already alarmed, but doubly so when he throws a wide-eyed look at Kavinsky again. Is Kavinsky his fucking psychopomp now? Is that what's happening? Just how does he crawl in and creep around Ronan's psyche when Ronan himself only ever manages to make it to this surface level?]
Don't give me that shit. You're the last person I need playing headshrink.
[They aren't moving fast enough. Every step has him nearly ankle-deep in the gunk. Ronan looks away from Kavinsky and back at the ground, trying to muster up the kind of authority Gansey always seems to have loaded and ready.]
Make it stone. Amabo te.
[And just like that, the black stuff seeps back into the ground and the remaining mud flattens into solid rock. Ronan stomps and tugs at his boots until enough of the stone crumbles and he can break free. Not exactly a triumph, but... small victory. The dream finally listened.]
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Don't give me that shit. You're the last person I need playing headshrink.
[They aren't moving fast enough. Every step has him nearly ankle-deep in the gunk. Ronan looks away from Kavinsky and back at the ground, trying to muster up the kind of authority Gansey always seems to have loaded and ready.]
Make it stone. Amabo te.
[And just like that, the black stuff seeps back into the ground and the remaining mud flattens into solid rock. Ronan stomps and tugs at his boots until enough of the stone crumbles and he can break free. Not exactly a triumph, but... small victory. The dream finally listened.]