"The convention your father is planning. It would make sense." He whispered. All he could think about was that was Roland was safe. And he felt guilty for feeling that, since he knew there would be many innocent lives lost. But the only life in that city he cared about was sitting here in this run down cabin with him. He leaned against Roland and started shaking all over. The wind outside picked up outside as his emotions started to get the better of him. He was just glad he was able to keep it outside and not have the wind be blowing this way inside.