Roland nods, feeling exactly the same. "Which is probably why that's the last thing they're going to do." His tone is matter-of-fact, his expression only a little bleak. It's a cause for neither outrage nor alarm; just the way things are. The way they're going to be.

It does, though, remind him of something else he'd wanted to ask. "When we met, you said something about..." He tilts his head, squinting a little as he thinks back. "About your memories not matching the age of your body. I'd ask you more about that, if you don't mind speaking of it."