No Gansey, No Chainsaw, No Adam, No Noah, No Blue. Ronan Lynch was alone, angry and lost now. He heard water ahead of him and the scuff of feet but he was too far gone into his rage to care if he ran into someone or not. Catacombs, Gansey would have loved these. Already the thought of him is a sharp pang for Ronan Lynch, each inch of this world that he covered and found neither Gansey or Chainsaw brought a weight to his shoulders that had leather straps soaked from between his teeth, the taste of gasoline burned his throat.

Ronan continued forward, there ahead is a girl on a rock, a girl with spiked hair and funky clothes. Jesus fuck, okay so it was the maggot not the person he is closest to but she was a part of it all. She was a slow seep into his circle of trust and while there will never be an admittance outloud Ronan Lynch is glad to see her.

However, he does not look it, no the mask of indifference is practiced. Though his eyes remain wild, angered and dangerous.

"Hey Maggot..." Ronan scoffed as he walked up to her, hands shoved into his pockets so he could resist the urge to worry those straps again and possibly give himself away.

"Where the hell is Gansey, Parrish or ghost boy? Your boyfriends are pissing me the fuck off." Right, sarcasm, indifference, sharp edges, he could do this. Inside, Ronan was so close to the edge it would take a fingertip to push him over.