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[lastgunslinger]

Roland, in his room, is still plugging away at Green Eggs and Ham...or at least that's what it would look like to the observer. In reality, Roland is seeing bats coalesce into a woman-shape. Over, and over, and over.

And then there was the man with red eyes and fangs.

And then there was Joe...defending the bat-thing-woman.

And Meg.

And Anthy, standing there. Just standing there. With...purple hair.

He pulls himself out of his thoughts, and running a finger under the text, reads out loud, "I do not like them, Sam-I-am."

Concentrate, gunslinger.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland inclines his head. "You say true. In some worlds they are stories. In Jake's world."

"And in mine..." He shrugs. "What magic there was in my world died a long time ago, though the Manni still have faith in its persistence. It was replaced with machines. There are such stories in my world, as well, although magic is...more common."

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe frowns. "Here at Milliways, I ain't sure if what they use are machines are magic. Maybe by the End of the Universe things have gotten to the point that you can't tell the difference."

He sighs. "I should go." He pauses. "Thank you. I know it ain't easy to look past the way things are in your world."

[lastgunslinger]

"If I don't, I'll make enemies. And I have plenty enough."

And now it's Roland's turn to pause. "Wish you joy of your woman, Joe. For as long as it may last."

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe nods gravely. "Well said." He stands. "Long days and pleasant nights, gunslinger."

[lastgunslinger]

Roland's smiling a bit. "And may you have twice the number."

He reaches for Green Eggs and Ham again. Might as well finish the story, even though he knows how it ends.