[ When he shakes out of it, Roland feels his throat close up. He lets Nita's hand go and he looks away for a quick minute just to regain himself. What in the world...? ]

That's...the nicest way to put it. [ He breathes in and out, almost audibly. ] Tortured? No. No that feeling wasn't someone desperate to get out. They were determined. That's unmistakable to me. They were...driven. They wanted to keep going. But to what? To where? What was the goal?

[ His eyes widen slowly. There's a theory that's forming in his mind's eye, but he's not sure where it'll take him yet. The third one might be the wringer. It might seal the deal. His hand is held out again after he shakes himself free of such an unpleasant memory. ]

Last one, then. On your lead.