[ Ronan nods, thinking back of Mallory and Gansey, too young and too alone, losing himself in his research. ]

We have ley lines where I'm from. One is basically just under the town I live in, and my best friend wanted to wake it up. [ Gansey would have gone on, about Welsh kings and favors owed, but Ronan stops there. That's Gansey's story to tell, and they might both be good at telling tales, but Gansey has the passion for that particular one. ]

We have a connection with it, back home. Which is how I know magic exists. And I'm not convinced there's magic here. It feels different.