"Bryde showed up." Of course. "Told them to stay back because he had a bomb or something."

Ronan himself has no idea whether that was a bluff or not. Had Bryde held back because there was nothing to detonate, or because he was a good man who didn't want to massacre sixty people? Personally, Ronan prefers to believe the latter.

"Hennessy and I had swords. Magic swords. That was what we dreamed, before. They're really cool, actually." And yes, yes he knows. He knows that using a magic sword in front of sixty dreamkillers confirms his status as a dreamer. Plausible deniability out the window. He knows. "We used those for a distraction, then we fucked off with Bryde. Safe and sound."