"Maybe not," Roland says, after a moment of thought. "Not to know what it means from the outside, what it means to be effected by it. But knowing it from the inside - that's a very different thing, Signless. One you may never know, in some ways. But in some ways you do, and though that knowledge is painful, all it can do now is make you stronger in your quest. In your vow. See-" Roland looks around, looks down, manages to lean and reach far enough around Signless that he does not have to move his arm too far from him and soon has a long thin piece of fabric which used to be a decorative addition to one of his old outfits. Now it is a demonstration. He pulls at it, trying to snap the thing it down its middle. It does this easily, and he spares a moment for a derisive noise at the nonsense these people call clothes. The knotting he tries with its two pieces afterward, that part's a little less easy.

"Tie this," Roland says, after giving up on the two useless logs of metal masquerading as his fingers with a huff of frustration. At himself, as well as them. Could have done that easily even before having the things put on, but he's become too used to them now. "Then pull on either end, try to snap this in two as I just did. Do you see?"