Page 685 of End Game

Ronan's eyes move toward us.

I sit up straight.

He continues.

“Red stops everything. Immediately. There is no roll, rule, turn, consequence, or objective that overrides it.”

The humor settles enough that everyone nods.

“Yellow pauses whatever is happening so we can check or adjust. The dice create opportunities. They do not create obligations. If a roll gives you access you don't want, you decline it. If someone declares an action involving you and you don't want it, you decline it. No penalty. No explanation required.”

Griffin nods once.

Cami's fingers find his.

Ronan continues.

“Target pools are individualized. Do not assume that because someone is participating, every action is available with every person.”

His gaze lands on Griffin. “Griffin's sexual target pool is only Cami.”

“Thank fuck,” Griffin says.

I gasp.

Everyone turns toward him.

Griffin looks around.

“What?”

I point. “Was that a joke?”

“No.”

“That was a joke.”

“It was gratitude.”

“Holy shit. He's evolving.”

Griffin flips me off.

Ronan waits until we're done. “Cami may target all three of you. Micah may target Cami and Dex.”

Micah's eyebrow rises.

“And Ronan?” I ask.

“No.”

I turn toward him. “Excuse me?”

Ronan ignores me. “Dex may target Cami and Micah.”

“And Ronan.”

“No.”