[ roland's used to being approached by his fellow cityfolk about this. vergilius more than others, but they all know how horrid their city is to them, and there's no lack of stories like this. roland would know, from all the books he'd gotten from countless people he'd received in the library.
but not with someone he'd only met here. he does hear daan amidst all the noise in his head, he does see roland amidst the tears in his eyes, but the words don't register at first. can he really talk about this? is it really that simple?
of course not. it's ridiculous to think so. he doubts that daan is even trained when it comes to psychiatry in the first place. a flash of murderous intent comes and goes, and roland takes a deep, shaky breath. ]
I... My wife...
[ he looks down on the plain black gloves he's holding, voice sullen as he strains to keep himself together. ]
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but not with someone he'd only met here. he does hear daan amidst all the noise in his head, he does see roland amidst the tears in his eyes, but the words don't register at first. can he really talk about this? is it really that simple?
of course not. it's ridiculous to think so. he doubts that daan is even trained when it comes to psychiatry in the first place. a flash of murderous intent comes and goes, and roland takes a deep, shaky breath. ]
I... My wife...
[ he looks down on the plain black gloves he's holding, voice sullen as he strains to keep himself together. ]
These were hers.