[ It's quiet, but it comes across as the only thing Roland hears when it's spoken to him. A call, a reminder. Father. That's who he is, part of his role, the one he chose, the one he stands by to this day and of all the days to come. A father. To nation, to state; to his son, no. Sons, now. Two of them, one in the destroyed, the other here before him. The parallel is enough to make him look at Inigo instead, but his eyes are glazed with darkness. More anxiety that he expected, even though he knew coming into this mission, there was a chance the visions of those in Orange were worse than what was described.
In the thick of it, the smell of burning and the sight of impending doom raining down on them, Roland is another man entirely. At least, for now, in the moment Inigo and him share as survivors. As ruined souls, no more wanting to see another apocalypse than any other person on this train. ]
[ He grips at Inigo's arms firm, tight. Roland nods without breaking eye contact. ]
Then you'll stay by my side.
[ A statement. Not a question. He won't ask this time, no. He needs this. He needs to know he can save at least one son, at least in one lifetime. He knows it's all in his head, he knows that's not even the case. This isn't even their world. But still. ]
Come on. Once this is over...Well. There's yet more work to be done.
[ But they'll do it together, too. Roland has always tried to look out for Inigo when he could, but this time around, he knows he's going to be a bit more attentive.
He moves and they continue to hold hands regardless of who's looking, or who's moving along with them to the station assigned. A sword is summoned in his free hand, ready to fight. ]
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In the thick of it, the smell of burning and the sight of impending doom raining down on them, Roland is another man entirely. At least, for now, in the moment Inigo and him share as survivors. As ruined souls, no more wanting to see another apocalypse than any other person on this train. ]
[ He grips at Inigo's arms firm, tight. Roland nods without breaking eye contact. ]
Then you'll stay by my side.
[ A statement. Not a question. He won't ask this time, no. He needs this. He needs to know he can save at least one son, at least in one lifetime. He knows it's all in his head, he knows that's not even the case. This isn't even their world. But still. ]
Come on. Once this is over...Well. There's yet more work to be done.
[ But they'll do it together, too. Roland has always tried to look out for Inigo when he could, but this time around, he knows he's going to be a bit more attentive.
He moves and they continue to hold hands regardless of who's looking, or who's moving along with them to the station assigned. A sword is summoned in his free hand, ready to fight. ]