You had woken up in a strange library not that long ago. Weeks? Months? Time moved strangely within the walls anyways, not like it mattered. Every day was a battle, booking guests, sorting and shelving the books, being turned into a book yourself on some occasions.. It never gets easier. Your main source of solace within these walls was Roland, he's in the same boat you are. .　 ˚ 　. 　 ✧ 　 ˚ 　. 　 ✧ 　 ˚ 　 .　 ✧ 　. 　 ˚ 　. Coming back after a particularly difficult reception, Roland's book held tight in your grasp, you wait impatiently in silence for Angela to revive him.

Once Roland is brought back, you rest your head on him silently. He rubs his eye and yawns, resting his free hand on your head.

"Hah.. Easy there, bud.. I'm okay, how about you though..? You hurt anywhere?"