He didn't ask for an explanation. Instead, he just shrugged, sipping at his tea, his eyes closed and his head resting back against the head of the bed. "Of course I was," he said at last, frankly. "I feared it with everything in me. That she would be someone he couldn't love, and that she would be someone he could. That she would distract him, that he would abandon her. I did nothing but worry about it from the moment she came to Gilead to the moment she left. I've seen what women - what love can do to Roland. And to all of us."
For a moment, he lapsed into silence. Then, looking at her, he said suddenly, "It reflects, you know. Bert feels it too. With Susan, and now with Nariko. We're an-tet, and both of us have the Touch besides. When he loves, I love, and even reflected it's a fierce flame." His look changed, turned almost apologetic. "When Bert loves, I feel that, too."
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Date: 2015-03-05 03:25 am (UTC)For a moment, he lapsed into silence. Then, looking at her, he said suddenly, "It reflects, you know. Bert feels it too. With Susan, and now with Nariko. We're an-tet, and both of us have the Touch besides. When he loves, I love, and even reflected it's a fierce flame." His look changed, turned almost apologetic. "When Bert loves, I feel that, too."