The words feel heavy on his tongue. What they know now about the train compelled him to maybe share just a little bit more with someone he can trust. He takes Bambosh on the back of his hand, tiny, powerful thing that it was, and peers at it closely, studies the way it moves as he speaks.
"Before I came here," he starts off. "There was a lot of trouble around Evermore. Someone - someone started harvesting souls of innocent people from every corner of every kingdom to help revive something that he lost. His kingdom that fell to ruin, a long time ago. It felt like a living nightmare, the way people were just fainting on the street, not waking up. But no, it was all too real. This guy was going to actually sacrifice everyone else so he could have his kingdom again, and the woman that he loved with it."
He lets Bambosh wander off, away from him, as the higgledy walks to Tidus next, peering up at him and his headpiece bobbing about against its flame shaped head.
"He wanted me to join him, you know. To help him rule so I could regain what I lost. And let me tell you, I was tempted at some point, to take his offer." Roland slows, memories still fresh, the violation to his person resonating even now, even as they plan behind the train's back. "A part of me understands the appeal, if that's what the voidtrecker is trying to do. If it's really trying to recover something that was taken from them. Lives, loved ones...What you wouldn't do for them, right? What you wouldn't give?"
He warms his hands against the fire, gaze low.
"But if you have to risk innocents just to get what you want, then how could you call that an act of love? If the train has to take us against our will to do what it wants, to pay the price they won't..." He shakes his head, his smile is absent of any joy or mirth. But there's a wisdom there Tidus might recognize.
"Well, here's to hoping we'll find out the truth, one bottled message at a time."
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The words feel heavy on his tongue. What they know now about the train compelled him to maybe share just a little bit more with someone he can trust. He takes Bambosh on the back of his hand, tiny, powerful thing that it was, and peers at it closely, studies the way it moves as he speaks.
"Before I came here," he starts off. "There was a lot of trouble around Evermore. Someone - someone started harvesting souls of innocent people from every corner of every kingdom to help revive something that he lost. His kingdom that fell to ruin, a long time ago. It felt like a living nightmare, the way people were just fainting on the street, not waking up. But no, it was all too real. This guy was going to actually sacrifice everyone else so he could have his kingdom again, and the woman that he loved with it."
He lets Bambosh wander off, away from him, as the higgledy walks to Tidus next, peering up at him and his headpiece bobbing about against its flame shaped head.
"He wanted me to join him, you know. To help him rule so I could regain what I lost. And let me tell you, I was tempted at some point, to take his offer." Roland slows, memories still fresh, the violation to his person resonating even now, even as they plan behind the train's back. "A part of me understands the appeal, if that's what the voidtrecker is trying to do. If it's really trying to recover something that was taken from them. Lives, loved ones...What you wouldn't do for them, right? What you wouldn't give?"
He warms his hands against the fire, gaze low.
"But if you have to risk innocents just to get what you want, then how could you call that an act of love? If the train has to take us against our will to do what it wants, to pay the price they won't..." He shakes his head, his smile is absent of any joy or mirth. But there's a wisdom there Tidus might recognize.
"Well, here's to hoping we'll find out the truth, one bottled message at a time."