It sounds like some sort of fucked up Ferris wheel--that's really all Firo's getting from this so far.
And then Roland's voice changes to something more distressing. “No!” Firo stops in his tracks right there. He'd hoped that they could get in Roland's cell and away from prying eyes before anything really bad happened. But he can't listen to his friend sounding so scared without doing anything.
He twists to try and meet Roland's eyes. “You’re here in Panem. You don't have to--to whatever the hell it is. Got it? They'll have to get by me first and I don't plan on makin' it easy for anybody."
He doesn't make such promises lightly, and he briefly feels a flash of anger that he can't simply promise that he won't let it happen. The problem is that he doesn't know what it is and he won't make a promise he can't keep.
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And then Roland's voice changes to something more distressing. “No!” Firo stops in his tracks right there. He'd hoped that they could get in Roland's cell and away from prying eyes before anything really bad happened. But he can't listen to his friend sounding so scared without doing anything.
He twists to try and meet Roland's eyes. “You’re here in Panem. You don't have to--to whatever the hell it is. Got it? They'll have to get by me first and I don't plan on makin' it easy for anybody."
He doesn't make such promises lightly, and he briefly feels a flash of anger that he can't simply promise that he won't let it happen. The problem is that he doesn't know what it is and he won't make a promise he can't keep.