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He turned away from the deck, his mood souring with each passing moment. And for once it wasn't someone else's fault, a rare thing that, was just easier to foist his feelings on others. Make them the problem. Glancing up, a long metal pole rose up from the deck, ripped cloth hanging off either side, all limp, like the time he'd caught his wings on something sharp and tore the membrane. Metallic lines of wire dangled to the side, had snapped seasons ago, too far back for anyone to tell really- as from what he'd learned no one knew why things became this way. They just were.

He paced forward, claws digging into the deflated remains of a rubber ring. Neon pink and wrinkled where it had all bunched up, if he tossed it over board he imagined it'd float, but not well.

Ronan considered his offer, knew full well there would be strings attached.

"Maybe. I know where to find you now, at least."