It's the first time he's entered the castle. Hasn't considered it, even briefly. It doesn't look much like his home, not sitting there on its own like that, but the grand look of the lone castle sitting there is a little too much like a couple others he'd used to visit on trips to nearby baronies. It reminds him of the year-end festivals, all of them sitting close together underneath the stars. Roland knows he is not nearly popular enough in the Capitol to justify the thinking that the castle is mocking him specifically, but even so, he hasn't been at all tempted to wander inside and be reminded of the life that was, once.

This is a fair enough reason. And a fair enough distraction, too, once he gets inside. He keeps behind the shapes making chase until they stop, crowding around one spot. Then he walks up beside the spot too and hunkers near to it, paying them no mind. "Aang?" he calls, keeping his voice low and steady, but hopefully loud enough to carry over anything those spirits might say next. "Can you hear my voice?"