"I couldn't forget," he evenly answered, and it was perfectly true. The light show between the two of them hadn't been something that Roland could easily forget, even if he'd wanted to. Part of him had wanted to stride into the conflict and eat them both, consume their power and make it his own. A part of him still wanted to; the demon that was never satisfied cried out for the flesh of those who were different, special, unique.

But he could ignore it. For the moment.

Instead, he listened to what Peter said, wondering at what could have happened. Meeting with someone as dangerous as his opponent had sounded like something that Peter had been prepared for, but perhaps such was not the case? It wasn't until the last addition that a little bit of it clicked. And if so, Roland knew better than anyone else how that had to feel. "Is 'was' the operative word?" It sounded rough, but it was Roland's way of trying to mitigate some of the difficulty of broaching an obviously painful subject.