[Ronan's expression darkens at the mention of this Mr. White person, and he slowly lowers his arms. He remembers what Jesse said a thousand years ago - or was that a few days ago? - and the injuries that bloomed and disappeared across his face.]

I fucking hate lies.

[Ronan kicks at the boulder to emphasize that point.]

Especially the ones people tell themselves.

[He leans closer to Jesse, his long body giving the distinct impression of looming. His hand comes to rest on Jesse's shoulder in aggressive assurance.]

No one else can build you up. Only you can do that. And when you've done it, no one else can tear you down. They won't know how.