[ Gansey watches Ronan. He looks as though he’s taking it well, but Gansey also knows him. Ronan’s heart is not worn on his sleeve, unless he’s angry about it. That makes people think Ronan is angry all the time. Gansey doesn’t agree. He knew the Ronan from before, and knows he’s still in there somewhere. This is not anger. This is something else.

He goes to the pew and sits down, and as soon as he does he wonders how he was standing. Between his ordeal in the grave and that cat thing’s magic, there are few parts of his body that aren’t aching. He wants to stay right here. Better yet, he wants to lie down and get his head together. Fighting that urge, he takes a breath, makes himself concentrate. ]

I was. Or, perhaps I will be. This may be nothing to worry about at all.

[ Translation: Gansey will worry about it. No one else needs to. It’s already obvious that his friends have been through enough without worrying about him, too. ]

We know that time is not so linear as it seems. We’re dealing with magic, here, with portals and alternate worlds. More than one of them. Maybe I don’t remember being here because it hasn’t happened yet, like when we found your note about Cabeswater speaking Latin.

[ Possible. Not the only possibility, but still one of them. He leans forward. ]

This could all be a larger instance of the same thing. We’re together now. That’s what matters, isn’t it?