[ It stings, but Ronan takes it. They come from different times, and his father hasn't had time to miss him. ]

Wasn't the blink of an eye, dad. It was a year and a half.

[ A year and a half during which time stopped entirely, at different points. Watches stopped working, seasons moved seamlessly through one another in the sanctity of Cabeswater. Not the blink of an eye. ]

Are you planning on staying here? Dream yourself a roof?