[ see, the thing is that roland is also used to hanving his trauma yanked out and paraded in front of him! though the difference is that it's within the confines of the library, and with the librarian in question having first-row seats to whatever roland's breaking down over at the moment.
but this time, he is making a fool of himself in front of people he barely know. he wasn't even sure if gregor wanted to talk to him after the bullshit he pulled on the network. and yet here the man is, guiding roland through breathing exercises, and roland is reminded of how he'd taught malkuth to breathe in and out when the patron librarian was getting heated up over their circumstances after l corp collapsed in on itself.
he inhales, then exhales. inhale, exhale. he takes his time until his head's clear enough to make sense of what's going on here, and he looks down on the fabric he's tightly holding on for dear life. ah. ]
o_o
but this time, he is making a fool of himself in front of people he barely know. he wasn't even sure if gregor wanted to talk to him after the bullshit he pulled on the network. and yet here the man is, guiding roland through breathing exercises, and roland is reminded of how he'd taught malkuth to breathe in and out when the patron librarian was getting heated up over their circumstances after l corp collapsed in on itself.
he inhales, then exhales. inhale, exhale. he takes his time until his head's clear enough to make sense of what's going on here, and he looks down on the fabric he's tightly holding on for dear life. ah. ]
These gloves... They belonged to my wife.
[ he swallows. ]
She was killed by a Distortion.