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[Immediately previous, in the Dreaming. Conversation.]

The air by the bar kind of...moves.

And then there is an Aes Sedai and a gunslinger of Gilead.

Roland lets go of Moiraine's hand and looks around. SSDD.

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"She made her choice." Roland is nearly growling. "And it seems she can't protect either of them. Useless sack of shit."

I'm surprised, to be honest, *Meg says, frankly,* that she made it out of here as whole as she did.

She's stupid as well as useless.

"And she just -- came in the door expecting people to serve her?"

Roland wouldn't mind giving her some service.
NOT LIKE THAT OMG YOU PEOPLE
With a gun.

To the head.

She came in the door, *Meg says, with a snort,* expecting Lilly to fix all her problems for her, and everyone else to just - pretend she wasn't there, I expect.

Roland is silent.

"The others didn't disappoint, I trust."

. . . like I said, *Meg says, with a faint edge of triumph,* she was lucky to get out only spat on.

Not, *she adds darkly,* before she convinced Lilly to go back and change the past to get her brother out of jail, though. So she got what she wanted. Much good may it do her.

More silence.

"Lilly's changing the past." Flatly.

There is mental swearing going on.

*Meg nods, her face set.*

If she succeeds.

I kinda don't think she will - at least, that's what I'm hoping. No offense to Lilly's brother and all, but in the long run - but time's good at - at fixing itself.

*This is what Meg tells herself.*

"Not only that -- doing that drives you mad."

She's a ghost, *Meg says, hopelessly.*

Maybe it's different.

When I tried, Faith saw - she got nightmares, about it. And nothing's happened this time -

"Once it happened to me. Once it didn't." A rough sigh. "Fuck."

You wouldn't have undone it, though.

What you did.

"No. Absolutely not. And my parents wouldn't have asked it of me."

- I meant, *Meg says, glancing away,* when you changed things. They were things needed to be changed.

Quiet.

"The first one was. The second one...I didn't have a say in it."

Which one -

*Meg hesitates, but pushes on.*

Which one was the one that caused the trouble, after? In your head?

Silence.

"The first one."

*Meg nods, and bites her lip.*

I didn't mean to - *she starts, rather awkwardly, and stops herself.*

You're the only one I know who's got any experience with this, you see. I have to ask -

Desolee.

"I know. What else would you know about it?"

*Meg's hands are linked tight together.*

You told me once -

I know it was fixed, somehow, but not quite - not quite how.

Roland considers how to explain this.

"It was Jake. I kept the man who killed him from killing him...and that meant he never passed into my world. So he was in his world, and he knew I existed...but I didn't. And it was the same with me. Never sure if he'd truly been there or not. And the voices wouldn't go away. It got to the point where I wasn't sleeping. Too many nightmares. And I asked Eddie and Susannah to keep my guns for me."

That says a lot, whether Meg realizes it or not.

"Eddie...can carve things of power. And he carved a key. When I held it, the voices were bearable. And it was that key that opened the door between the worlds -- one in New York, and one in a speaking ring in Mid-World -- that allowed Jake to come through. And once there was no doubt in either of our minds that it had happened...we were fixed."

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