[Of course it's lonely. He's spent too much time with himself not to be unaware of that. He craves the simplicity of what was. Even in this City, he can't have people around him to have, to hold, to keep. It would all be lost in the end. Every time he let the Sinners off the bus, there was that brief seize in his chest. If it all failed, if Dante was hurt...]
[Everyone becomes simply another puddle to add to the sea he'll drown himself in, by journey's end.]
[That is that, this is this. A phrase he didn't think suited Roland at all. Even so, it feels too flippant for something like this. Everyone suffered. They all had their own wells of pain. Malkuth too, for all her cheerfulness, must have sunk into it again and again. She already made it clear. A person who states she wanted to die is not someone who hasn't wandered through their own version of hell. Multiple for her, most likely.]
...No, you're making sense.
[Vergilius says, quietly. He imagines a hand reaching out, a warmth he keeps craving. What a pathetic beast he is.]
[A shake of the head. He should drink his drink. He feels like it'll burn through him and lay him open, though. His voice cracks a little.]
Do you think you're...happier around others? Or on your lonesome...?
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[Everyone becomes simply another puddle to add to the sea he'll drown himself in, by journey's end.]
[That is that, this is this. A phrase he didn't think suited Roland at all. Even so, it feels too flippant for something like this. Everyone suffered. They all had their own wells of pain. Malkuth too, for all her cheerfulness, must have sunk into it again and again. She already made it clear. A person who states she wanted to die is not someone who hasn't wandered through their own version of hell. Multiple for her, most likely.]
...No, you're making sense.
[Vergilius says, quietly. He imagines a hand reaching out, a warmth he keeps craving. What a pathetic beast he is.]
[A shake of the head. He should drink his drink. He feels like it'll burn through him and lay him open, though. His voice cracks a little.]
Do you think you're...happier around others? Or on your lonesome...?