"...They did." Enough to unnerve him to the point where he couldn't contain part of his emotions from Nita. He couldn't stop himself from the barrage of pain he's kept gated and shut away for so long. Even now, beside Inigo, Roland may look the part of calm and collected if only slightly shaken by the events on the top of the mountain, but he's still scrambling to regain the part of him that was forced to open up his fears, forced to be seen even when he's never wanted to show anyone his pain. He takes a moment to breathe steadily before glancing at Inigo, watching him carefully with concern.
To fulfill his promise to this boy, he had to think about the grand scheme of things too. He wouldn't stand for it, not now when he knows. He wasn't about to let this train take more from them; the road to hell was paved with good intentions, after all. He blinks, breaking eye contact before speaking. It's all Roland can say now, as he lingers in the darkness.
"There was a wipeout." He says, quietly, hushed under his breath. "Among the casualties of that incident which destroyed the original Voidtreckers and their home planet...only two Purple team members survived." Roland's eyes fixate on a particular spot on the ground. "Nita and Enna, who saw the same memory, are in the belief that the train we're riding today is a manifestation of the Voidtreckers of past. Or something to that extent. Like its alive. Sentient."
He sighs tiredly. He won't voice these thoughts out in particular, but all Roland can promise everyone - Inigo included - is that when the time comes for him to play his part, he would without question. I'm not letting history repeat itself. Not if I can do something about it. All he needs to do is to take a look back at Inigo one more time, eyes softening in fondness. A child at heart he was, indeed...
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To fulfill his promise to this boy, he had to think about the grand scheme of things too. He wouldn't stand for it, not now when he knows. He wasn't about to let this train take more from them; the road to hell was paved with good intentions, after all. He blinks, breaking eye contact before speaking. It's all Roland can say now, as he lingers in the darkness.
"There was a wipeout." He says, quietly, hushed under his breath. "Among the casualties of that incident which destroyed the original Voidtreckers and their home planet...only two Purple team members survived." Roland's eyes fixate on a particular spot on the ground. "Nita and Enna, who saw the same memory, are in the belief that the train we're riding today is a manifestation of the Voidtreckers of past. Or something to that extent. Like its alive. Sentient."
He sighs tiredly. He won't voice these thoughts out in particular, but all Roland can promise everyone - Inigo included - is that when the time comes for him to play his part, he would without question. I'm not letting history repeat itself. Not if I can do something about it. All he needs to do is to take a look back at Inigo one more time, eyes softening in fondness. A child at heart he was, indeed...