[ He looks away. Roland begins to peel off the soiled gloves from his hands and he sets them down next to the brush. He stands up quietly, not saying a word until he can move over to the sink, washing his hands promptly with soap and water. Inigo doesn't need to see it in his eyes, he can read it off of his body language. Roland's vision is tinged in red. ]

No. [ He shakes his head, the bun on his hair loosening somewhat. He's been washing his hands for fifteen seconds now, scrubbing. ] You said the right thing, in fact. This is not on you. You did nothing wrong. [ He turns the faucet off, leans on the sink with both hands, staring ahead. ]

...Reno told you that no one would ever love you? [ Now, Roland glances at Inigo, brows still furrowed, frown still set deep. ] All of this, he said without provocation? He just casually, verbally harassed you?