Sorrow.

One word that could describe the feeling Roland feels right now, his Distorted appearance almost haunting. When he saw you, he couldn't do anything. He couldn't speak due to the now huge, endless, deep hole that covered what was once his face, all he could do was scream.

He screamed, as if he wanted to cry, his sob echoing inside your head - a weird connection that caused his screams and yells to be formed as words to you - formed by Angela as a last resort to calm Roland down on his new rampage through the Library.

"You-!! I'm.. I'm so.. I'm so sorry... I..."

A family he could have, but lost it all. He let go of his sword and walked towards you, falling on his knees as his clawed fingers wrapped around your wrists, pulling you closer to him as his arms tighten around you.

Then a familiar face, waltz in white, wrapped her arms around the two of you, her spiritual form oddly spreading warmth once you were within her arms. Her voice, soothing and gentle:

"An interesting reunion, don't you think?"

Angelica said, a smile on her face as her arm moved and her hand was placed firmly on your head, playing with your hair; this was one family she wished to have. And now she did, even if it was temporarily whilst the metallic smell of blood of the Librarians who tried to suppress Roland and fell victim to his onslaught filled everyone - except Angellica's - lungs.