[Jesse is free to enjoy all the cocaine he wants. He's an experienced user, Ronan assumes. And anyway, Ronan can't be bothered to worry about him right now. He's caught up in his own godliness, vibrating internally with what feels like the energy of the stars above. His heartbeat feels like a pulsar. He is a living piece of the universe. He wants to set something on fire.]
Macte nova virtute, puer: sic itur ad astra, dis genite et geniture deos.
[He brings the knife blade to his mouth, licking off what's left of the cocaine powder.]
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Macte nova virtute, puer: sic itur ad astra, dis genite et geniture deos.
[He brings the knife blade to his mouth, licking off what's left of the cocaine powder.]