Roland eyes that expression a moment. Even after their time together in the arena, Roland knows he can not read Alain as he'd used to. (And even then, he'd never been able to read him so well as Bert. That thought has nothing to offer Roland in the here and now, though, so he dismisses it.) There might be an expression on Alain's face there. Might be. "I don't know many of the Capitolites here. Cort would have me know every one of them, probably."
He thinks on that a second, shrugs. Cort would have him treat this as a mission, he's pretty sure. Another battle waiting to be fought. And in one way, it is. But if it is a mission, being here, it's never felt like his. This lack of attention, not knowing any of the important players in the Capitol's game, would not be something the Roland living in Mid-World would tolerate.
The Roland living in the Capitol does not care to think on it. So he doesn't. "But I ought to at least know the ones living close to you," he says, refocusing. "Tell me about your Jason the Escort."
well if that's the thanks I get for pointing out the truth
He thinks on that a second, shrugs. Cort would have him treat this as a mission, he's pretty sure. Another battle waiting to be fought. And in one way, it is. But if it is a mission, being here, it's never felt like his. This lack of attention, not knowing any of the important players in the Capitol's game, would not be something the Roland living in Mid-World would tolerate.
The Roland living in the Capitol does not care to think on it. So he doesn't. "But I ought to at least know the ones living close to you," he says, refocusing. "Tell me about your Jason the Escort."