He takes a second's break from his careful watch on the stretch of hallway in front of them to eye her. His voice is dry. "Don't think I've quite believed a single thing I've seen since being sent to Legion World. But it's in front of me, nonetheless. Or was."

Whether it's in his future now is in doubt; the parade of horrors here seems endless, eternal. The way this place has picked out chapters of his life and shuffled them around before shoving him back inside of them makes it seem, sometimes, that he never came here at all. That here is where he has always been, was and will be all mangled together into one long and dreamlike now.

Roland frowns, grits his teeth, and rubs the heel of a hand against his temple. Focus. No need to think of that. "If this place is yours then knowing the why of it could tell me what to expect, no matter what I think of it. If my belief is all that's stopping you, might as well tell me."