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[lastgunslinger]

Moiraine is keeping vigil, and Roland has gone to bed.

He puts his new coffee mug on his dresser with the other three. He likes this Tet Corporation mug, with its rose, more than the rest of them. A lot more.

And now, now when he's alone, he collapses on the edge of the bed and rubs his temples.

It's been a long day.

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

"Christ, Roland." He places a hand on the other man's arm to steady him, which he could not do when Walter came. That was man's work, and men's business.

But when Roland earned his guns. At 14. You had the right to expect that the dead stay dead and not come for you--how long? thirty or a thousand--years later. It was more than you could expect anyone to bear.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland'll bear it. He doesn't have any other choice.

"She's young?" No reason to hope otherwise -- to hope that somehow, somewhere, she got the chance to grow old -- but he can't help it.

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

"No more'n 16, Roland." And beautiful. He swallows.

[lastgunslinger]

"As she was when she died." And I am old.

Roland closes his eyes tightly.

"I have to go down. Is it not so?" He knows it's so. He knows. He knows.

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

"The dead are Bound. You can't avoid her. And she talks like you." And her face glows when you mention gunslingers. "If you don't go to her, she'll hear of you anyway."

[lastgunslinger]

"I know."

Roland steps out past Joe and closes the door to Room 99.

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

"Alone, Roland? Or should I come?"

[lastgunslinger]

There's a phrase that Roland was told as a small child: all small boys born to the High Speech must face the dark alone.

"Alone."

He looks it.

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe sets a hand on the man's shoulder again, and gives it a rough squeeze.

And returns to Jake's room. To do what he can.

[lastgunslinger]

And Roland turns and goes to the bar. To do what he must.