Ronan nearly wants to argue that Noah's fucking nothing like Krem, but he knows that's not what's important here, that anything he might say against Krem right now isn't likely to make Noah feel any better.

So he keeps his mouth shut for now, swallowing it back.

"Why the fuck wouldn't it be fair?" he says instead, brow furrowed. "Because you're dead? Because you're a ghost? Like that makes you less of a person? You know that's fucking horseshit, right?"