[ ...wow. first off, roland wasn't off the mark when he told daan that he could've been a nest kid in his City; the title of baron sounds rather fancy enough one. but the concept of gods and rituals are lost on roland; there doesn't seem to be a proper religion in the City he's from, and the bigger ones are just money-hungry schemes in disguise.

maybe that's what had gotten daan into that mess. he believed too much, and look where it had gotten him. roland takes a glance at the eyepatch, then down on their respective hands again. ]

...I see.

[ he doesn't bother with an apology. words like that mean nothing to men like them anymore. ]

But you did all you could to bring her back. And even if it didn't go anywhere you had hoped... [ his lips purse together, before handing daan back his handkerchief. ] Well. You probably don't need comforting words like that. But I... understand the pain of being left behind, if it's any consolation.