Is this thing Roland seems to think of as an inconsistency--Firo's presence--something he can seize on to wake him up? He's not hopeful, but maybe it's one method to try. "I'm here now, I'm tellin' you." He doesn't know what it is he's a part of. Roland's life? Seems an awfully dramatic reaction just for that.

Firo steps back next to Roland, trying to at least hold his arm to support him. He both wants to slap the man awake and to hold onto him to keep any further harm away. Instead, he aims to steer him to the bed and tugs on his arm to try to make him sit. It's safer if he's not moving--fewer people can see him; a ranting and raving man would look like easy pickings to anyone who wanted to rob or beat on someone.

As he tries to steer his friend, his mind's moving a mile a minute. Normally it'd be his mouth, but this is a more delicate situation than he's used to. "Don't say you're sorry. There's nothing--Look, whatever happened, you gotta tell me more than this. Or listen to me--let me tell you where we are. It's Panem, remember? You're in the prison or whatever the hell they call it. There's no--" He grimaces at the image, "--no guy without a tongue and no king. It's just you and me right now."