[If Roland were capable of making an expression, his confusion would be obvious; instead, he's left to try to punctuate his incessant, uncontrollable crackling with gentle counsel. At least it seemed he could be somewhat understood.]

Ÿ̴̭́ő̸͉̓̚͝u̶͈͍̙̅͋ ̶͍̬̭̜͊m̴͉̬͈̈͝e̵̺͑̈́̐å̴̜̰͝n̷̖̲̜̦̎́̋̏ ̴̪͆̉t̵̿̆̚ͅh̸͚̓̒o̵̧͒̾ͅs̵̹̳̖̽e̶̝͛ ̴̧̦̑͒̓́ẃ̵̺̀̃h̶̹̑o̶̪̥̿ ̴͖̹̻̞͆w̴̛͕̥̓ę̶͖̮̱͐͐͘ṟ̸̡͓̦͋̀̋e̴̫͕̭͆̓n̷̯͕̙̹̋̈́'̷̖͕̎̎͘t̴̮̣͋͆͒̚ ̸̱͛t̵̩̝̮̿̽̀̏r̴̦͑̐̓ā̴͇p̴̨̨̧̨̅̆̌ṕ̶͎̹̬̺ë̶̡́̿̓ḑ̸͙͖̫͑́̍̈́,̶̫́͊̚͝ ̸̢͇͉̼̏̐̐͘o̶͚̗̚̚̕f̶̝̊̾ ̶͔̝̗̲̍͝c̷̗̦͑͛̚o̸̱͖̤͠ú̸̲̅̓r̸̹̓s̶̻̞͖̟̅̋́e̷̠̗̖͖͛̈́͆͝.̵̲͉̼͗̀͆

[You mean those who weren't trapped, of course. Now that Roland thought on it, he hadn't seen anyone older than himself in the white room - did that mean that Quark's grandfather was safe? Perhaps he wasn't even aware that some of them had disappeared - or maybe it was that Quark didn't remember him well enough to begin with.]

Ý̸̡̽̕o̴͕̝͂͋̈́ù̴̧ ̴̞͉̒d̴̥̪̩̈͆͜o̶͉͌̑̔ ̶̡̛̯̝r̴̰̱̯̉̓̔e̴̥̲͖̅m̵̛͔͔̂͊ȩ̶̳̩͍̎m̵̲̩̄̀̊͝b̴̠̳̓͑̿ē̶͓̫͖ŗ̵̜̰͎̿͑ ̴̫̓̋̉̚ṁ̵̟͇͖̈́̈́͝é̵̛͈̹̤͓̿͒,̷̩̟̗͗͝ ̴̣̝͍̩̾̓̐ḏ̴̓͑̔̕ǫ̴̰̿n̴̝̥̱̎'̵̛̰̗̹̗̉̔̄t̸̘̺̳̖̍̉̉ ̸̱̼̤͇̓́̍͘y̵͚͙̣̋́̂̓ỏ̵̻͔̦̠̚ŭ̴̬͔̠̉̚͘?̶̮̖̃

[You do remember me, don't you? Losing patience under the pressure of needing to save everyone, he forgets to consider himself from Quark's perspective. He begins forward again, albeit slowly, liquid radium sloshing about in his skull.]