Ronan watched the transformation and became more convinced that this was a dream. Then again, if he could exist, why not something else?

He waited to see if he was going to get his throat ripped out. He gripped his sword tighter before Elle spoke.

He nodded. "Yeah, no kidding. Don't get sucked into any more memories."

His own still tugged at him, but he'd spent years dealing with flashbacks.

"Kick some ass."