Again, he was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, he was looking down at his hands, a fine crease deepening between his eyebrows. "We won't know until we find Roland. Where he goes, we'll follow." Then, looking up, "But not home, no. There's no home left for us. Only ruins and an army of the Crimson."
He surprised himself with how matter-of-fact he made it sound. The grief was still there, raw and hollow, but somewhere between his heart and his tongue, it stilled into cold calm. Maybe it was because he didn't trust her, certainly not enough to bare his soul. Or maybe it was just too great a loss to be spoken without that distance.
No, they wouldn't go home. But he thought they might end up heading back to their world, once they had found Roland. The Tower was still calling, and that call had been held back too long by responsibility. Now that was gone. The quest would start again, the wheels of destiny go back to turning.
That wasn't exactly a comfortable thought, but at least it was a solid one.
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Date: 2015-03-01 09:36 pm (UTC)He surprised himself with how matter-of-fact he made it sound. The grief was still there, raw and hollow, but somewhere between his heart and his tongue, it stilled into cold calm. Maybe it was because he didn't trust her, certainly not enough to bare his soul. Or maybe it was just too great a loss to be spoken without that distance.
No, they wouldn't go home. But he thought they might end up heading back to their world, once they had found Roland. The Tower was still calling, and that call had been held back too long by responsibility. Now that was gone. The quest would start again, the wheels of destiny go back to turning.
That wasn't exactly a comfortable thought, but at least it was a solid one.