[Ronan moves his arm behind him and there's a small flash of light before he produces what very much looks like a proof of ownership stating that, actually? He owns the car. Like the key, the devil is in the details: if you look at the paper for too long, the words begin to swim and rearrange themselves into something else.
He's gotten much better at not needing to hold an object before recreating it, but without actually even knowing exactly what he's supposed to be making? The best he can do is something that an onlooker thinks is what he needs it to be.]
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[Ronan moves his arm behind him and there's a small flash of light before he produces what very much looks like a proof of ownership stating that, actually? He owns the car. Like the key, the devil is in the details: if you look at the paper for too long, the words begin to swim and rearrange themselves into something else.
He's gotten much better at not needing to hold an object before recreating it, but without actually even knowing exactly what he's supposed to be making? The best he can do is something that an onlooker thinks is what he needs it to be.]
Because I wouldn't want to.