SAVE US FROM THAT EVIL MAN

[eddiedingly]

 Been wonderin' when we'd cycle back to--- [Eddie cuts off--- maybe they're home. Maybe they're home and he's still alive.]

[Seems like an awful lot to hope for; but he's got his kit, and all his faculties, as far as he can tell. Not even the slightest tinge of red to his sight.]

[Sounds like a good day to him.]

Comments

[toweredingly]

[Softly, from where he's sitting against a rock a little way away]

Cycle's all it is, Eddie. Don't go thinking otherwise.

omg... I missed them.

[eddiedingly]

[He tries not to jump, but like so often, he fails. Roland's got ways. When he turns, there's a faint tinge of shame to his cheeks.]

Damn, hoss... guess I'm outta practice. [he rubs the back of his neck.] Reckon this is just another stop on the Shift Express?

inorite?

[toweredingly]

[He's not going to mention that little jump, although you're damn skippy he saw it]

Of course it is. [He won't mention his own doubts. Not now] No Susannah. No Jake. No Oy. And do you feel them, an-tet with us? Because I don't. What does that tell you?

/rolls all over the canon

[eddiedingly]

[That I died and all the little red threads snapped?]

That we're not in Kansas anymore?

eheheheheheh I so need a canon-update, rly

[toweredingly]

[Nods]

Besides, the air feels different, do you kennit?

[Fresher. Less decayed. Younger]

I might be reading The Gunslinger again.

[eddiedingly]

So... a bubble of Mid-World? That just sounds wrong...

I should. But not until I've got through Cell and Bag Of Bones.

[toweredingly]

It feels wrong, too. [That, he's not ashamed to admit]

Yeah, I can read DT on my computer while I do other things.

[eddiedingly]

[rolls his shoulders.] Yeah... disconnected--- but it could be worse.

[He can't feel the King, and that is the truth.]

Yeah... I can't. XD

[toweredingly]

[After a moment] How?

/pets

[eddiedingly]

[He shrugs.]

For the moment? Nothing is trying to kill us?

How can you read while doing other things, anyway?

[toweredingly]

[What Roland thinks is that he almost wishes they were. It would distract him from the memories]

[What he says is] I can hardly deny that.

Magic.

[eddiedingly]

[Eddie knows Roland well enough to know that. He even agrees.]

And--- [he grins, but there's a sick fear underneath his forced mirth.] I'm 100% pure, grade A Eddie Dean! With a general lack of Essential Red.

A wizard did it?

[toweredingly]

[Now he smiles, if thinly and sparingly]

That, if naught else, makes me glad.

Ain't that always the way?

[eddiedingly]

[The smile's a start.]

And it's good to be home, even a little.

...Dammit, Walter.

[toweredingly]

[He's not so sure, when he still isn't on the path o' the Beam, but he nods anyway]

Mayhap.

/pays much too high a price for this skill!!! D:

[eddiedingly]

And who knows... maybe the bubble will burst and we can just stay.

[Is that... hope?]