Back in the sonar, Galen was going over his own memories of his mother's coldness. But unlike Roland who did it silently, Galen was mentioning his grievances loudly over a hefty dinner and more wine.
"Do you know that she never carried my children in her arms even once?" He waved a fork that had some lettuce in Roland's direction.
Roland sent a spoonful of garlic butter rice in his mouth. The rich, savory flavor almost made him moan in pleasure. He sliced a piece of chicken and to follow the rice, all the while nodding along to Galen's words.
The fact the their mother had never carried Galen's children in her arms was not an earth shattering surprise as he had no memories of her carrying either of them. It was always the nursery maids.
