"Yeah? Some blonde chick said the same thing," Ronan responds. "Guessing you're from the same place she's from."

His voice has softened a little now that Oliver has acknowledged he isn't Roy. He pauses a moment. "There's a chick here named Lydia. Red head. She says I look like someone named Jackson."

Ronan has considered the same things. How the hell do two people look like him and yet not be him? It's scary.