Roland was in complete disarray.
His mind, repeatedly washed over by various emotions, could not make heads or tails of the situation.
Regret.
Anxiety.
Fear.
Conflict.
Confusion.
The intermingled emotions finally coalesced into a single question.
(...What on earth is happening?)
At the moment, that was the only thing he could think of.
Mikana.
The young mother who kindly took him in, cared for him, and tirelessly proselytized to him when he was abandoned in Ymir in the past.
An incredibly devout believer.
—And a victim of the church's desperate struggle.
