[ well, that's a relief. good to know that daan's not that desperate enough to yearn for his wife's love back! that's something roland would approve of.

but daan's second point touched a nerve or two. roland had tried keeping his burdens under wraps, like everyone else in the cursed city he grew up in. everyone else would rather look away from other people's suffering and focus on their already hard life, after all.

daan is just like everyone else he met in that city. roland's had enough of it. ]

Exactly. To hell with everyone else. She would've wanted me to remember her the only way I know how.

[ "What I cannot do is own her heart." "Instead, my graceful love stole my heart and left me with lone hardship." "I can’t help but love the pain which fills the void of solitude." ]

This is not the first time, you know. [ "i'm used to having blood on my hands." ] And I'll do it again, just to feel something.

[ the creature possessing roland may be severely weakened, but it's still rather slippery thanks to the multitude of eyes on his person. roland deftly dodges daan's attack, spinning around and retaliating with a roundhouse kick at the doctor's side. even without nothing there, roland's own kicks and punches can, well, pack a punch for a beanpole like him. ]