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[lastgunslinger]

Roland lets go of Mal's hand and steps forward, moving with tight, hair-trigger grace, as though he could snap at any minute but for steel discipline and control wrought by years of experience. The way he moves, he's not conscious of the weight of the iron at his hip. It's an extension. This is his natural state.

It's terrifying.

He gathers each one of them with his eyes. "Ninety-six minutes. That's what we've got. We don't have time for heroics. Get in, do what you must, and get out."

There's a kind of cold serenity to Roland Deschain. Always has been.

"If there are questions -- if you're not certain what you're supposed to do -- any questions at all -- now's the time."

Complete silence.

His eyes glitter with something akin to

(no prisoners)

malice.

"Then stand, and be true."

He turns to the door.

"You heard Mal. Let's go."

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[prydeful]

Dark deeds and secret matters, you can fix it but it doesn't last
In the part of her that kinda sorta almost still believes in prayer, Kitty says a quiet one that none of their side'll be hurt too badly, and that the other side cries from their wounds.
Bright flash, the mirror shatters, who's reflected in the broken glass?
That's about it. She learned her lessons about anything like this years ago.
When the black knight moves you can feel a hand disturb the game
Time to go.
You can hear the city asking for the white pawn's name
She's not tense, just patient. She knows what she's to do, and she'll get it done.
Between the black squares and the white there's gonna be a sacrifice tonight
However she has to.
Before the black knight moves again, you better do the same.