The weighted hook snagged through the  water, unsurprisingly bringing up nothing once again. That didnâ€™t deter Roland in the least though. Fish or no, he enjoyed the act. It reminded him of someone he once knew. â€¦In fact,  now that he thought about it, so did the girl. He let loose one of those odd little chuckles again, unable to help it. What a fun coincidence! But no, no the world â€“ his world at least â€“ didnâ€™t work in convenient little coincidences. It meant something. Heâ€™d have to figure it out.<br/><br/>Did she really think he was wise? Hardly anyone told him that. Annoying, destructive, and often more trouble than he was worth. â€œDo you â€“ nevermind. There are stories I tell and stories I donâ€™t. I canâ€™t tell you yours.â€ Rules and more rules; the only reason he followed them was because he hadnâ€™t figured a way around them yet. â€œMaybe youâ€™ll figure it out.â€<br/><br/>That love of tradition would have to go of course. Nothing Roland hated more than tradition for its own sake, unless it was ignorance for powerâ€™s sake. It could be worked onâ€¦ â€œYou should take dinner back to your family and then go, Lily. I may not be able to tell you your story, but I can tell you this is the part where things change quickly. Not all of them safe for the ones you love.â€