[ He imagines Evan's reaction to that. His ears would probably perk up and he'd frown about how rude that would be, that his name descended from a line of kings, and that he was a king himself now really...Roland actually laughs a little, not just his usual chuckle under his breath. ] Yeah, it is a pretty long name. Thankfully, he's king. So nobody can really make fun of it.

[ Even if they did though, Evan would eventually joke right back.

Ah, look at him reminisce.

He scrubs at a particular tough spot on an otherwise flawlessly clean plate, putting extra pressure on the surface with the tip of his dish cloth wrapped around his finger. Does Roland like it...? That's a tough one. It's not even about liking it, he just knows its the job he's good at, the job people voted for him to do, and the job he was granted in his new life. So that's what he expresses, instead. ]

It's the only thing I've ever really known, the politics. The drafting laws, auditing departments, balancing budgets...And that means I don't really have any choice but to be sensible, Tidus. [ He drops the plate carefully, movements now finally slowing as his mind travels somewhere far, far away from here. ] If you're not level-headed on the job...If you make mistakes because you were careless with your emotions and how you reacted...The people you swore to protect get hurt. They pay for your mistakes. That's the last thing I want.