In the wake of that kiss, Ronan is nearly breathless. Crushed beneath Kylo, he's never been small or fragile, but he feels that way now. He wishes he could have no body at all, that he could return to being the exact dream Kylo wants to be shown. He's not that dream, though, any more than he's Ronan Lynch.

"It's ours," he presses anyway. Everything in him is screaming to curl in, to defend, to guard himself against the wrath of his maker. But that would be a betrayal of both the promise and the dream.

He unfolds beneath Kylo. He does remember. Kylo had wanted him so Kylo had him: a sprawled offering of pliant limbs and the assurance that he would never be alone. He repeats, "I'm yours. You won't hurt me. You can't do anything wrong."

After all, dreams serve the desire of the dreamer. He just so happens to know that the desire, this time, is a violent one.