── ronan has never cared for prophecies. little good comes from knowing what’s coming, he’s found ; he’s been facing futures for as long he’s known ANYTHING, and the best it’s done is made him tired, cynical. still, there are bits of this latest vision that have been sticking to him, catching in his memory even as he’s tried to smooth past them. blood on someone’s hands, fresh. none of it is exactly a good omen, though that part of it he can’t help but dwell on, turning the image of it over in his mind until he’s worn himself out with it.
there’s little to do on campus though he’s got nowhere better to be, biding time on a bench outside one of the many locked doors that litter the place. there’s some quiet part of him that’s set himself there on PURPOSE, a precaution of sorts. if the blood is going to be his, he’d rather not be chased down on his own. at least the people there recognize him. besides, he’s been half-hoping to catch someone who knows something, anything, more than what they’ve been given in that spare message. earlier he’d seen a few employees leave the building beside him--- yet, as always with the those he’s known through the database, they’d been elusive when he had anything to ask. and so now he waits, aimlessly, trying to shake out his tension by bouncing his leg slightly, holding a hand in a fist tight enough that he can feel his own fingernails bite at his skin. ronan feels coiled tight, everywhere.
“ i don’t think there’s anyone in there, anymore. ” he starts up, snatching at the opportunity for distraction, warning as someone else approaches ; surely he’s not the only one of the others searching for better answers. “ no one’s got anything to SAY around here, anyway, if you were looking to ask. left us in the fucking dark. ”
