[Magnus' expression only becomes more distraught with each sentence out of every person's mouth. he is truly from a doomed pantheon]

Um. -- Um. [ok. his friend is dying, protesting help as usual even while his face melts off, while Adam is probably shooting from the hip and disregarding Ronan's will as usual, and no one wants to tell Gansey who should probably be here while his best friend needs help, for both practical and humane reasons. despite these several factors, he still needs to think; he rakes his hair back from his face, making it a bigger mess] Ok. Ok. Ronan, doing stupid shit to save eachother is what friends do. I promise I won't let it hurt you or Adam if -- [he can't actually finish that sentence. he presses a hand to the place where Ronan's face should be, already beginning to glow at the ends of his hair. Ronan feels wrong, like he did last time Magnus checked, but it's like an airhorn screaming to his senses, now. unnatural, wrong, wrong, like a cursed object] -- I'm sorry, if that's all I'll end up being able to do. But you're my best friend and I wanna try, too.

[ok. ok] Adam, I can be like, life support for everybody, but depending on how fucked this whole situation is, not for a really long time. And I can't fix magic bullshit. Or do necromancy. It's just life I can offer.

[and as for Gansey -- he'll be their king of second chances, if Magnus has anything to say about it]