He puts a hand on the handles of the suitcase, makes it disappear a second after as he says, saying with a nonchalant tone, "The SCA's just tell you what's up and what's gotta be done. Protecting a city, going after gates, checking out towers. Purple's a lot of fighting, but you should go wherever you think you can do some good. If you wanna even go."

It wasn't like he'd be forced. Tidus stands, stretching his limbs some.

"You do what you want. Some of the teams have roles and that, but it's just if you wanna do things that way. You know? We're all different. It's expected."

A village is too kind of a comparison to the train, at least. It is what it is: a revolving forced imprisonment of too many cultures and differences to ever be of a single mind.

"But there're people here to help."