Transported to a world where the transportation itself might have the side effect of giving him some kind of power, and the cosmic joke is that the power is really a non-power. Declan almost laughs but the humor dies with a drop of quietly bitter bile. Not a dreamer, not a dream, and apparently now only able to stop other people from manifesting anything special about themselves.

Funny.

Declan flips the file closed and pushes away from the counter so he can find a mug. He gets down two, in case Ronan is inclined to have coffee.

"Haven't I always been?" he answers. Declan Lynch, the liar that Ronan could not abide. The keeper that he didn't want. The protector he'd only ever resented. He dreamt Matthew as the antithesis of everything little Ronan had imagined Declan to be. No fun, so he made a brother that would always play; too serious, so he made a brother that always smiles; unlikable, so he made a brother that everyone could like.

Rather than focusing on himself for too long, he asks, "You still dream. Get anything else when they brought you over?"