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[lastgunslinger]

Roland makes to trudge upstairs at the end of the evening, but stops. The cure for a heavy heart -- as he well knows after all this time -- is hard work.

Roland is a dinh.

So he goes to see if he can find Susannah. It's been a while since he's spoken to her.

He knocks on the door of the Dean residence.

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"Say sorry, Roland."

[lastgunslinger]

He looks at her, shoulders slumped forward slightly, dead calm, and says, "So are you."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

She smiles.

It is not nice.

"So I am."

[lastgunslinger]

Maybe one day only being hers as Susannah is will be enough.

It is not this day.

And he'd be alone, now. But there's something he must say, first.

"Eddie -- he's safe. But not the others."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

She nods.

"I understand."

[lastgunslinger]

"Then it is well."

He rises, and puts a hand on her shoulder.

"Long days and pleasant nights, my dear."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

She squeezes his hand, gently.

"May you have twice the number."

[lastgunslinger]

He lingers a moment longer, and then goes to the door.

It closes softly behind him.