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[lastgunslinger]

Roland opens the door and pulls out the chair from the desk and sits on it, backwards.

He waves a hand at the two armchairs. "Sit, both of you. And tell me what you noticed."

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Slowly, he nods.

"Simon Tam knows the most, from palaver, does he not? Besides River herself."

[lastgunslinger]

"He does -- but he's like Cuthbert in his way, Al. Born to doubt. And..." His voice trails off, thoughtful. "It is difficult to be in a bad situation without much hope. He left all he knew and loved, except for his sister -- and if he had stayed as he was, rather than go after her, he'd be happy. Successful. And so -- born to doubt, and perhaps he is not so willing to believe that what we suggest is possible. He's lived in the shadow of their Alliance -- feared them -- for months, now."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

"And we'd ask them to risk all, for this."

He sees Roland's point.

He still doesn't entirely like it -- who knows how many details the books have of them? Their thoughts, their secrets... their whole lives, joy and deepest pain. He'd not give that to these near-strangers if he could help it, even to buy their trust. But he can't really see a better way.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland nods. "Yar." Pause. "Enough of this for tonight, I think. Fresh eyes see clear. And the world won't move on tomorrow."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He nods, with a faint smile, and stands. "You say true."

The smile grows, a bit. For all the worry, here, from so many angles... it feels good to be planning, again. Good to be doing something. To have a problem they can do something about. "Long days and pleasant nights, Ro'."

[lastgunslinger]

And Roland returns his smile.

It's good. Yes.

"Twice the number, Al."