[ Ronan hums in approval. One can never decorate with too many skulls, in his opinion. It's a miracle he hasn't turned this house into an ossuary himself. ]

It happens more often than you think. The face thing. But I've always looked like my dad, same as my brothers, so I guess it never seemed that weird to me. Even before this place.

[ Without even getting into the number of dream copies of himself he's happened to run into, inside the dreams of others and in his own nightmares. ]