[ Roland listens intently, and there is a recognition that comes over him after Della's tale ends. In fact, he recognizes plenty of the feelings that come spilling over her confession - the wonder of living a full life and wanting the same for your child, and the burden of guilt and doubt which follow a tale that ends on a more unfortunate note than one would have wanted.
So it's to no one's surprise that a hand reaches out to rest against her shoulder in empathy. In shared understanding. Part of the story already to his knowledge, where memory fills in the rest of the gaps left behind. Remembering her leg. Or how long she was up there for. ]
I see. And the desperate situation...You were trying to get back to them, weren't you?
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So it's to no one's surprise that a hand reaches out to rest against her shoulder in empathy. In shared understanding. Part of the story already to his knowledge, where memory fills in the rest of the gaps left behind. Remembering her leg. Or how long she was up there for. ]
I see. And the desperate situation...You were trying to get back to them, weren't you?