He doesn't dally when Tidus heads off back to the Voidtrecker. Roland follows suit with an urgent gait, but not before grabbing his book settled against the sandy towel. He catches up to the younger man in no time at all, walking side by side as Jema'grethy's scenic views now pass them by in a blur.

Roland spots the train in the distance, parked dutifully in wait for its captives. Captives - the nicest way to put it, he supposes. Heroes on-demand. World savers, when convenient.

I hope we don't regret this.

"Let's split up and meet back outside the train when we're done," he says, quietly. "Where do you want me?"