[It's obvious that Roland is not in the explaining mood right now. The details about what the hell Argalia did to him and his wife is not something he will get, here.]
[Roland is coming. He has a feeling he can't let him touch him, and so he leaps back, lifting up his arm to shield his head from an incoming pot.]
...Is this you going back to that night, again? Roland. Snap out of it.
[I was terrified of you, then. Why did you let me live? asks a flower, plaintive.]
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[It's obvious that Roland is not in the explaining mood right now. The details about what the hell Argalia did to him and his wife is not something he will get, here.]
[Roland is coming. He has a feeling he can't let him touch him, and so he leaps back, lifting up his arm to shield his head from an incoming pot.]
...Is this you going back to that night, again? Roland. Snap out of it.
[I was terrified of you, then. Why did you let me live? asks a flower, plaintive.]