Ronan wishes he could be angry at Hennessy. Oh, it would be so much easier if he could call her his enemy, if he could turn his back on her and let her rot in this dungeon, if he could have brought her dream to a swift and violent end instead of negotiating her safety at the end of their battle. He would have won.
But it wouldn't have been a true victory without Hennessy at his side. And there's no hope for him in this world, either, if he's going to be alone.
The anger is directed at himself. At his inadequacy. At his failure. At Bryde. She's right: He's an idiot for believing he could save her. He's still an idiot, because he can't stop.
"It's gonna be different this time," he tells her. "The magic here... It's not what we're used to. We'll find someone who knows how to control the Lace. For real. Then you'll understand."
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But it wouldn't have been a true victory without Hennessy at his side. And there's no hope for him in this world, either, if he's going to be alone.
The anger is directed at himself. At his inadequacy. At his failure. At Bryde. She's right: He's an idiot for believing he could save her. He's still an idiot, because he can't stop.
"It's gonna be different this time," he tells her. "The magic here... It's not what we're used to. We'll find someone who knows how to control the Lace. For real. Then you'll understand."