[ the library, some big large flesh thing with tattered clothing... could it be tomerry? it's the only thing that fit the description. but that's also impossible because he and the other librarians had also defeated the damn thing. no one else could have come out of that library alive, because he himself had killed them with his own two hands--

vergilius seemed like he's farther away the more roland thought more about this, so he wraps his hand around the other man's wrist in a vice grip. he's got... to get himself together... or else vergilius will find out that those kids in that photograph he's holding are all dead because of him.

and they both know very well what will happen if two colors were to fight each other. no one in this vault will be able to survive the aftermath. ]

That bitch. [ pure contempt drips from his voice. ] She'll get her dues one day. You can't let her get away with all this once you get back there, Vergilius. For your kids... It's only fair.

[ angela... ]