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[ It's obvious this is being filmed in one of the many temples, all cool hard stone behind her, and, given the subject matter of the video, most likely to be Hope's. Sharon does not look pleased. Furious might be the better descriptor but it's a calm sort of fury. There are a few spatters of dark blood on her cheeks, dried and cracking; old. She has no wounds just stains and memories. She leans in towards the lens and whispers: ]
So, which one of you fuckers killed me? [ Her killer could reply, he might not, but she won't stop until she finds him and returns the favor. ]
So, which one of you fuckers killed me? [ Her killer could reply, he might not, but she won't stop until she finds him and returns the favor. ]

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...You don't bake, do you? I'm pretty certain I remember Adam telling me he does most of the cooking.
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fucking stupid
cakes are dumb
forget i asked
Also you make it sound like parrish is a housewife.
[Despite Ronan's protests, there will be a beautiful, yet definitely creepy white cake sitting tucked in a box on Sharon's doorstep the next morning. Soft goth, because both of them are edgy like that, with a note that says enjoy your belated last meal on me in a scrawl that should be almost familiar by now.]
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And when she finally gets it, the note almost makes her cry. He'll get a text later on with: ]
Thanks.
Asshole.
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yeah yeah fuck you
also marriage is a sham so
its not househusband either
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[Well, that's. A little too accurate. Ronan thinks about immediately changing the subject, but something about the sincerety in Sharon's tone makes him hesitate, just for a moment. He doesn't really confide in people- well, people who aren't Adam, anyway- but Sharon is something of a friend and he trusts her, insomuch as he trusts anyone.]
hard to see forever when hes leaving for college the second we get back home
if we ever do i guess
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Why not go with him then? Even if you're not interested in college.
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[It's not like he's ever talked about this with anyone- not even Gansey, because Gansey has always had bigger things to worry about. It eats at him more than he'd care to admit, and maybe, finally saying something about it is- maybe it'll help. He trusts that Sharon won't make fun of him for this, anyway.]
my home is different. i cant leave it
too many things need me there
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Can I ask why you can't leave?
It's cool if you don't want to answer, I get it, but... sometimes we have to leave the things that tie us behind.
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complicated
[Too complicated to explain over text- or really, explain to someone who's never been to the Barns. How could he even begin to describe it? The awe-inspiring beauty of it, the pain, the love that paints its way across the glimmering fields of cows, broken-down barns, magic? How can he begin to tell her how being forced to leave almost destroyed him, and leaving again left him an angry, drunk mess for months?
That's not even counting Opal. For some reason, Ronan doubts that Sharon is ready to hear that he's sort of a father.]
you have a place, right? the city in the fog. the place you bring with you every time you lose it. thats the root of everything, for you.
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What's your ability, Ronan? Where does it come from? Why does it tie you to a place?
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[He tells her, though he's tempted to say it- after all, he knows what she's capable of, and he's pretty sure that she has an idea of what he could do, but the devil is in the details. If she knew the extent of it- if anyone did- then Ronan is afraid of what it could mean for him and Adam.
Too many people have died for it. He doesn't want anyone else to.]
its the kind of thing people do anything for. someone destroyed my entire fucking life looking for it and i cant let that happen here.
[There's a pause, and then-]
look i can tell you. because were friends but you have to swear to me you wont say shit to anybody. even if you think i can change something or fix something or help someone. nothing gets out.
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[It's honest. And honesty is one of Ronan's core values, something he holds in the highest possible regard- and so even if it isn't a total reassurance, he respects it and respects Sharon more for it.
So he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and starts to type.]
i can take things out of my dreams
anything. anyone.
my dad did it too. my mother is... was one of his
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but when he was murdered everything he created stopped working. my home and all the animals on the farm and
[-my mother.]
anyway. i can bring it back to life. but i have to take care of it
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If you leave, everything you've brought to life just... stops? I'm... Shit.
Is there a distance on this? I mean, can't you leave even just a little while? [ It's not something she can truly understand and her offer of advice is likely just shit but she feels like she wants to try. He deserves to be happy back home. They all do. ]
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[It's not so dire that leaving will end everything again- if he changes the ley line enough, the house might not need him at all, except then who will take care of the cows? And the deer, and even the sleeping mice in the store rooms? It's too much, and he can't leave it for long, especially not with Opal in mind.]
its not the same. i dont want to leave it either. i belong there.
i get that he doesnt. it doesnt make it any easier to think about being there without him
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You have to keep it aligned? Is there no way to change that?
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[Which should say everything it needs to right there. Without Adam there, it's going to be harder to keep things in the proper order- one of them needs to do it, and while Ronan can't speak to it the way that Adam can, if he even can anymore, he knows he has to at least try.]