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[lastgunslinger]

In his room in the Dreaming, Roland sits, smoking a cigar and thinking.

Colored light from the stained glass window washes over his face.

As he exhales, the smoke catches the colored light and swirls; there is an airiness, an etherealness, to the room that one would likely never associate with the gunslinger...but it suits him.

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[blue_ajah]

It is, perhaps. *A pause.* The Wheel weaves.

[lastgunslinger]

There is silence for a moment -- not uncomfortable.

Roland looks at the window, and says quietly, "I should return, I think."

[blue_ajah]

Then I shall take you back, if you wish it so.

*She does not yet move, but remains seated, watching him.*

[lastgunslinger]

Roland looks at the window for a moment longer --

Killing and not being killed. Awful lot of that in your life. Not so much of that in Milliways. Lot of things you left behind in the dust are there. Shouldn't only treasure the one of them, to my mind.

-- and stands. It's time.

[blue_ajah]

*She rises, and holds out her hand to him. Moiraine does not remind him that he is welcome to return; he knows.*

[lastgunslinger]

He does.

Roland takes her hand; the last thing he sees as the Dreaming disappears is the window, brought suddenly alive by more light.