[ as if to answer vergilius's question, he slips the gloves on one by one. ]

What else? Bring it with me.

[ he stands up and turns his back on vergilius, his voice dark and solemn. no matter how open they are, roland will always seem distant. the less vergilius knows about the real reason why the black silence hadn't killed him that day, the better. ]

Whoever sick fuck chose to play around with our feelings like this... They're going to pay.

[ You are like those who never left
the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart. ]