Involuntarily, he sucks in a breath of air. What Roland’s describing—aimless exile—is pure nightmare to him, and now for the first time he thinks he understands the reaction to the tower’s absence. If he were in Roland’s shoes, well, he doesn’t even want to imagine what he’d be feeling.

Yes, there is something, and he clings to that hope when Roland says it. “It’s a start,” he smiles weakly. Perhaps some fear still lingers on the edges of it, but… but Firo’s sure they can get through this, and he needs to be strong for Roland. “You’ll be okay. And we’ll find something for you, I promise. So long as you’re still alive, we’ve still got a shot.”

And he is alive. That’s not changing any time soon if Firo can help it.