Roland would laugh if the situation weren't so serious. All this time, the person who came the closest to understanding him was in his own home all along - as it should be, he supposed. He keeps a straight face, calmly analyzing the details. He sees her touch a finger to her scar and then looks away, suspecting he has seen something he shouldn't have - all along, his wife had some dark military history that wore on her, and had quietly endured it to keep herself from being found out. It was likely that Riza, too, knew the pain of death, then, and that fact surely wounded her as it did him, in spite of their foggy memories. None of this made Roland happy, but he could wholly understand it.

"I don't, actually," he assures, and it's the truth. "What did you do, next, then? I never would have imagined you were out of place, here." When Roland found himself in the same situation, people pegged him for an outsider almost immediately.