[ happiness, that actually gives in to envy. the very thought of it makes roland laugh, the distorted voices of the people that nothing there had absorbed joining in. ]

Are you really... that satisfied? Being here. With nothing to do.

[ he doesn't need a weapon. it's not the same as all the other weapons he used to have on him, and his enlarged arm is more than enough to take the other man down.

"i was never happy. i don't think anyone from that city can truly be happy." "no... i was happy once. but everything was stripped away from me in just a blink of an eye." ]

You're the same... aren't you? Also hiding what you truly feel. [ he takes a step forward. ] You just wanted to belong. But too bad you won't get it here--

[ and he swings his clubbed head again, seemingly out of other moves as a monster. ]