[Ronan can still hear them, and he snipes from a few feet away:]
None of your fucking business.
[Not that he thinks Adam was about to launch into a detailed explanation of his father's murder, anyway. Kicking a few papers out of his way, Ronan stomps back over to Adam's side.]
no subject
None of your fucking business.
[Not that he thinks Adam was about to launch into a detailed explanation of his father's murder, anyway. Kicking a few papers out of his way, Ronan stomps back over to Adam's side.]
Quiescere. Daemones non operantur nisi per artem.