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[foundafamily]

Who| Roland Deschain and Firo Prochainezo
What| Post-portal emotions
Where| Detention Center
When| After the Flower Girl plot
Warnings/Notes| Will update as needed

Down one more friend—Eowyn is gone for good. Firo tries to be happy for her, hoping that she’s where she should be and finally doing what she wants. It isn’t until he’s rubbing his still-aching head on the ride back, listening to the conversations around him, that it really sets in that he’s lost many more friends than just one. Of course, he can’t trust these people—scientists or Capitol leaders. Maybe going home was never a possibility at all.

Or maybe it was, and he just screwed up everything. Whatever way he tries to look at it, his thoughts always come back to that.

When they’re unloaded and returned to the Detention Center, he considers going straight for his cell. He’s never been subtle about how much he wants to go home, and he’s not too eager to weather the questions about why the hell he’s still here.

At the same time, being less alone than he is currently sounds like a good idea. He has the rest of his life to be by himself.

…Besides, he should probably check on Roland, right? Just to make sure he’s okay.

Firo easily spots him and trots over. It’s only when he closes the gap that he realizes he has no way how to open this conversation, so at first he just stands there with his mouth half open. With his hair more mussed and his face paler than normal, he may cut something of an odd picture right now.

“Hey.” What to say next? Asking how crazy that shit was is foremost on his mind, but that might open the door for conversations he doesn’t know if he can have. Reflecting on Eowyn’s departure, likewise, is also out. Instead, he slips his hands into his pockets—the very image of ‘casual,’ he hopes—and spits out whatever comes to mind to fill the fast-growing silence. “So. What’s goin’ on with you?”

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[ka_sera_sera]

Roland's eyes narrow, briefly, as Firo makes his way nearer. He isn't too concerned about filling the silence, not even after Firo's question. He only glances around them, judging the mood of their guards. It's a very strange sort of prison, though, this place's prisons always have been, and now their prisoners are back in place the peacekeepers don't seem to much care what they do with themselves. Alright.

That means he's got room for another narrow-eyed stare, longer this time. "You've not been too far from me since they took me away to shove poison through my head. Everything going on with me, you know already. How's your head?"

Roland steps closer, peering at the spot he'd seen Firo get hit. There'd been no time to check then, of course, but while Firo works himself around to whatever it is going through the boy's mind now, Roland's probably got time to check on the body. "Head wounds can be tricky, and I don't imagine anyone's made the time to check yours over."