Roland doesn't seem to want to move. Even as the barrier goes down, and there is nothing left of Halo except the SCA taking the place of her bloody body. It isn't quite the scene by the platform he once saw with his own two eyes; but it might as well have been. Knowing what they do now, the bile in his throat rising higher and higher as if the tension was violently bursting through, demanding to be set free. Seeing through Halo's body, seeing her sparkle out of existence. A boy he has come to know well almost does the same once upon a time ago, a revelation that he is a dream, ready to do the same, to die. And now, what was he doing? Making plans behind their back? Trying to contact them? They could die, and it would be on him.

The deaths of millions, deaths of the train because Roland was a fool.

He takes the SCA from the ground with steady hands, rests it in his palms, before handing it to Kaiba. Roland is deathly silent, summoning his sword in his hand before standing up and facing the eight robots fighting the rest of the team. Finally back, awake, the sounds of lasers and clanging metal jolting him to action. No time. No time, and finally the SCA is back online.

"Keep that safe. I'll keep the robots away from you too so you can escape first, tell the train what happened to us. We'll regroup." Roland says, seeing some robots approach them now, his stance ready to cover Kaiba.

"Now."