Roland stares at him. Then, slowly, he nods. "I do. I do want that. Thank you, Firo. Thank you for everything."
He watches, gaze steady, the center of the room. The door, the screaming behind it, the sand, it fades. It goes. Now this room is just a room, a cell, and Roland takes a deep, unsteady breath, and holds Firo's hand. I thought I was done with it, it was done with me. Now - now it's well and truly... Over. It's over. I did it, and it's let me go."
It may not seem to have occurred to Roland that this is happy news. He leans forward, head bowed and taking more deep, unsteady breaths which he keeps under control only with difficulty. The welts on his hand, he notices absently, have shrunk down, are nearly gone. He breathes.
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He watches, gaze steady, the center of the room. The door, the screaming behind it, the sand, it fades. It goes. Now this room is just a room, a cell, and Roland takes a deep, unsteady breath, and holds Firo's hand. I thought I was done with it, it was done with me. Now - now it's well and truly... Over. It's over. I did it, and it's let me go."
It may not seem to have occurred to Roland that this is happy news. He leans forward, head bowed and taking more deep, unsteady breaths which he keeps under control only with difficulty. The welts on his hand, he notices absently, have shrunk down, are nearly gone. He breathes.