"What, potentials?" Ronan was not a gambling man. He weighed up his options and regardless of how it made him feel, the guilt and pressure of it all like cement filling his lungs till he felt like he was choking- he exhaled, shoulders hunching.
He didn't always like what he had to do, but he knew he had to be the one to do it.
"No I don't. And anyone who does is hopelessly naive." Bitterness bled into his voice, his lips curling as he flashed some tooth.
But why was he out here? The quiet he supposed, a moment to just look out at the world, the vastness of it and not feel like it was crushing him. Everything, everywhere all at once. He was out here scouting though, Ronan looked at him again, followed his line of sight and couldn't quite place where he was looking, what distant dune had his attention.
"You're scouting, you said. What would your pack gain from you risking your life to maybe find some shallow pond of water no one else has discovered. Anything out here isn't worth the risk, it can't be."
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