Ronan doesn't interrupt. The rain pelts against his head and shoulders, soaks through every inch of fabric on his body and Blue rails, a windstorm all by herself. He could argue every statement, he could clarify. He could tell her, again, that he pulled away specifically to give Adam the choice, that it's not Adam he doesn't believe but fucking Cabeswater's intentions, that Ronan doesn't deserve to be liked or loved, definitely not by Adam Parrish.

But he doesn't.

"He deserves better than me," he finally manages once she's done, blinking against bitter rain water. The guitar is ruined, for now, so Ronan hurls it away, the body hitting a nearby tree with a musical thud. "He deserves better than here and better than me. I can't get him home, but I can at least leave him the fuck alone."

There's a part of him that's latching onto her singular comment, lost in the barrage of anger thrown at him, the idea that maybe Adam had wanted him back in Henrietta, too. Wanted him after Ronan had disappeared into Darrow. But then, Cabeswater would've influenced him there, too.

And, for once, he wants Blue to be right. He wants to believe Cabeswater really doesn't give a shit about any of them, not in this. But it doesn't make sense to him that it wouldn't, not when he can come in here and make it do whatever he wants, not when it speaks to him when no one will, not when it lets him take whatever his heart desires so long as he asks for it.

He'd asked for Adam, in his dreams. He's been asking. And Cabeswater delivered.