[The coldness of Noah's diminishing presence wounds Ronan even deeper. He didn't mean to do this. He's trying to make thing easier, not harder. Everyone always forces him to keep talking when they know he's only going to say the opposite of what they want to hear.]

You have plenty of reasons to stay alive. Especially now. Come on, Noah. What am I supposed to do here? We were good together when it was the four of us. When we could be together. If we're not going to acknowledge the fact that I'm responsible for everyone fucking dying, let's at least admit I can't be with a fucking woman and no one needs my limp dick bringing down the mood.

I won't do anything stupid. You guys will still be able to use me when it's time to save Gansey. Just admit it's time to dump me.