Lynch? He's in town. Was, [kavinsky says, nodding. not terribly surprised that rafa found him, i mean-- ronan lynch is nothing if not a hot boy with powers. that was kavinsky's kryptonite, and he takes after his creepily identified 'mother' that way, for sure.] Maybe 'was.' I dunno where the fuck he's at now. There was this other kid too, Adam Parrish. We were friends in Eudio, but I've met a lot of the little fucks who don't like me anymore, so.

[so.]

Most things can be killed by bullets. Most monsters, even. But my dragon couldn't be. [he shuffles in his seat, scooting his ass up against the back of it finally. he can't get comfortable, because he's uncomfortable inside his skin. with this conversation. this fucking paradigm of reality.] I had to make another dragon just to kill that one. Hey. hey, [a sharp glance at rafa. sudden. he blurts out like he was thinking about not saying it, but he can't help it now:] Did you fuck him? Lynch. Did you fuck Lynch?