Ronan stood near the edge of the scene, watching without expression as the two children conversed.
His stance was relaxed. His hands rested loose at his sides. His usual polite small wasn't there. Right now he was alone in his mind. There was no need performing for an audience that did not exist here.
As Ronan watched, he realized this was not a dream.
It was a memory.
His memory.
But not from his perspective.
That bothered him a little bit.
He remembered Sophia. Not perfectly, but well enough. A girl from the orphanage. Too kind for her own good. Stubborn in small ways. Someone who kept coming back even when he ignored her.
She was his first friend. Before they split up, he had been fond of her.
Not in a dramatic way, but funnily enough, it had changed his life.
He hadn't known himself capable of such emotions before that moment.
That made the memory strange.
Why would the ritual show him Sophia's perspective?
Ronan thought through the possibilities.
