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[lastgunslinger]

He'd found an interesting-looking book in the Library -- More Tales From The Corner, But Only If I Don't Find A Better Title, by a man with the interesting name of F.X. Toole.

So now Roland is sitting in his chair by the fountain in the Garden, reading, with the grey kitten batting at the roses floating on the surface of the water.

Morning-glories bloom around the bottom of the fountain.

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[lastgunslinger]

"No?" Dryly -- and politely -- incredulous.

"What did you learn, then?"

Because that's the only reason to watch two friends fight. To get information.

[blue_ajah]

"A number of things, perhaps."

Some of which she will not speak of, or at least not yet, but her tone is calm.

"It is easier to make mistakes when one is close to another, and such mistakes are often the hardest to forgive."

Whether this is a separate observation or a lesson, she does not say.

[lastgunslinger]

"True enough."

Roland traces the marks left in the skin of his hand by David's talons.

[blue_ajah]

She watches him in silence for a moment, then,

"I would ask what you intend to do when you return, Roland."

[lastgunslinger]

"The job." Calm. "I intend to do the job. Joe is right. The least I can do is behave myself." A small smile. "So I will do the job."

[blue_ajah]

There is a long silence, and then Moiraine sighs and nods, once.

"Light send it will be enough."

[lastgunslinger]

"It will be."

Roland refuses to entertain any other possibility.

[blue_ajah]

She nods again, and glances up to the birds circling in the sky briefly.

"Would you wish to return to the Garden, perhaps?"

[lastgunslinger]

Roland considers.

"I'd return to Milliways, if it's not any trouble, I think."

[blue_ajah]

"It is no trouble, Roland."

Gracefully, Moiraine rises from her seat on the rock and holds out her hand to him once more.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland takes her hand, and then they are gone.