The screen runs one of those clips again. That new, familiar voice catches in his ears and Roland's head jerks toward it reflexively. His expression darkens and he looks at the floor a moment, takes a breath. A breath, and a moment to be honest with himself. "I plan."

He looks back up into the eyes hiding under that heavy brow, looking for understanding there. "Sometimes anger'll let you burn it slow, if it knows you're only waiting for the right moment."