Roland knows, too. Somewhere in him he knows that his was a question that can't be answered. He knows that he can see Signless' hand moving against his. He watches it, and he is silent, and his mind is silent. His head leans against Signless. Once his hand is free, his fingers flex. The movement isn't quite smooth.

"Need to break those down," he murmurs, tonelessly. "Response time's bad. Might be standing on some of the parts. Your hands are still steady, aren't they? Might need you to help me."