Alright. Fine. [He's about to turn and walk off to his own room, but morbid curiosity stops him. He feels awful asking, but it's something that he can't help. Not in this mood.] Was there anything I could have said or done to make things different when I found out?
[Ronan folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head.] I'm not answering that and giving you ammunition to torture yourself with. You might not want me to protect you, but I sure as hell am not going to help you hurt yourself.
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