[ for a moment, the entire garden falls silent. roland lets her words hang in the air for a moment, as though waiting for the flowers to contradict don.

it doesn't come. she's that stupidly naive, but not in the way vergilius is. it ticks roland off so bad that he just slams his foot down on don's backside, preventing her from getting up and rolling away. ]

You don't get what the Red Mist is all about. [ "she also couldn't save everyone. that was her downfall." ] There's no one worth saving in the City. We all die anyway. And not everyone can just simply come back like nothing happened--!

[ he then aggressively kicks don. stomps on her again. kick, stomp, kick, stomp with all the aggression of a man who has heard of all that before. ]

You can protect them all you want, [ with his normal arm, he picks don up by the hair. ] but who will come to save you from me?

[ "you're no match for me. and you know it." ]