[Ronan is perfectly content to let Jesse have all the fun. Few things please him more than watching others enjoy his creations - even if this particular dream thing is ripped straight from Kavinsky's psyche. (They've been spending too much time sharing one mind. Ronan knows it.)
As the rocket hits the target, the debris bursts with shrieking whistles and shocks of colorful light. Pieces of metal go flying into the air, riding sparks and pinwheels of fire. The noise is thunderous, echoing louder than it should over the valley, almost deafening from this short distance. Ronan's laughing like a madman, but he can hardly hear himself over the roar. He throws an arm around Jesse and slaps him on the back in congratulations, as if he's done all the work.]
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As the rocket hits the target, the debris bursts with shrieking whistles and shocks of colorful light. Pieces of metal go flying into the air, riding sparks and pinwheels of fire. The noise is thunderous, echoing louder than it should over the valley, almost deafening from this short distance. Ronan's laughing like a madman, but he can hardly hear himself over the roar. He throws an arm around Jesse and slaps him on the back in congratulations, as if he's done all the work.]
Fuck yeah, man!