[ Ronan leans down to worry one of the leather knots wrapped around his wrist. Even after all these years, the material was still butter-soft and unmarked. Dream things. ]

Did your daemon not explain? From what I gather, this place is like... the last place from where we can fight what's happening back home. It's not the demon anymore, it's this virus that's looking like the Unmaker.

[ Not that Ronan understood exactly how they could fight, or how they ended up here, and why it was them, and not Gansey and Henry or anybody else. He was just as much at a loss as Blue was. ]

This place, it's a computer program. I think. I don't know what it means about us. We might be in the Matrix, or something.

[ Ronan went back to gnawing at his leather bands, his stomach roiling over what it could potentially mean. ]

You found out where you're going to live, already?