Leaving Grace was a mistake.
Not an accident. Not a casualty of circumstance, either. A mistake.
The decision had seemed rational at the time. Necessary. She was dangerous, but not in the way Mesmer was. Grace Light understood the shape of things, the flow of the story. She would have seen the encounter with Bruce for what it was, a convergence point, a reward waiting for its intended recipient.
Ronan had not been running toward Luca simply to save him. Sure, the mission had come later and that reinforced his decision, but he had been running toward him because Bruce would be there.
And Ronan wanted Bruce dead.
Not defeated. Dead.
Bruce's power was the key. The ability to devour souls, and the power transferred to whoever its dying holder thought of last.
