( he can't recall...? yes, maybe the trauma of being turned into a book might repress some memories--she isn't sure, they don't normally come back
--but his offer (his threat) sends an unfamiliar feeling racing through her.

she recognizes it belatedly as fear. she shoves it down and sighs, as if he tires her. it's stalling. )

Two months here, and you haven't changed either? I expected being out of the library ( being away from her ) would've done something, but I guess not.

( they're more alike than they think. maybe that's why they got along. maybe that's why in the end, they couldn't do anything but clash. )

I'm not interested in killing you if it serves no purpose for me. I'm going to forget the memories I want to anyway--just admit this is more for you than for me. ( she stares at him, chin lifted. ) Do you even know if it's going to make you feel better, Roland? Is it worth it?

( it isn't. it isn't it isn't it isn't. o my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved. )