It's the listening that he can do, not even blinking at the shouting, or the red cheeks, the heavy breathing, the fact Tidus feels all of this really strongly not even slightly surprising. He could say, you're not alone in that. He could point out, the other dead brought back here who have the same lack of control, the same lack of certainty. He could theorise, it has to feel even worse when you can't be stable without the train, at all times. Like being trapped, hemmed in, defined by someone else's decisions and not by your own actions. He says none of those things.
Hell yeah, Tidus is frustrated and scared and uncertain and mad and hating all of it. Jingyi's tail curls around, dragging softly against the floor. If Tidus looks off to his side, the final arc of Jingyi's tail becomes evident, the largest tuft of fur at its end there like some sad lapdog collapsed on the floor by his side. Just shy of touching, but it's an unthought response, the way he'd offer comfort to someone from home, the gesture: you're not alone, you are encompassed, you are part of a whole.
Jingyi gently, because if he's not gentle he's got far too much strength and sending people flying into walls is bad for friendships and social politics, presses his fisted hand against Tidus's upper arm.
"You should," he says, not because it needs saying, but maybe it does. "It's a sucky place to be. I don't think that's all you are, but it doesn't change how you feel about it. So... mess the train!"
He flicks his fingers toward the ceiling, for no better reason than to express train could be a direction. As if the train watches from above, when it has no need for those receptors.
"What you can't control, you can't control, but what you can, we'll work on it. I might not have any ideas, but Wei-qianbei will, and I can always be an energy supply." Out of context, sounding even sillier than it is. "I mean, my golden core's more than strong enough to support anything that needs energy poured in, so, you know, if it helps, drain me. Stupid train might be abducting us all, but what we do for each other, what we mean for each other, this place has no say in."
This entirely relates to offering himself as a battery. Choice. Or something! He doesn't know quite how to put it other than what he's fumbling through now.
cw: continued death chatter and reincarnation and i'm no better at these, sobs
Hell yeah, Tidus is frustrated and scared and uncertain and mad and hating all of it. Jingyi's tail curls around, dragging softly against the floor. If Tidus looks off to his side, the final arc of Jingyi's tail becomes evident, the largest tuft of fur at its end there like some sad lapdog collapsed on the floor by his side. Just shy of touching, but it's an unthought response, the way he'd offer comfort to someone from home, the gesture: you're not alone, you are encompassed, you are part of a whole.
Jingyi gently, because if he's not gentle he's got far too much strength and sending people flying into walls is bad for friendships and social politics, presses his fisted hand against Tidus's upper arm.
"You should," he says, not because it needs saying, but maybe it does. "It's a sucky place to be. I don't think that's all you are, but it doesn't change how you feel about it. So... mess the train!"
He flicks his fingers toward the ceiling, for no better reason than to express train could be a direction. As if the train watches from above, when it has no need for those receptors.
"What you can't control, you can't control, but what you can, we'll work on it. I might not have any ideas, but Wei-qianbei will, and I can always be an energy supply." Out of context, sounding even sillier than it is. "I mean, my golden core's more than strong enough to support anything that needs energy poured in, so, you know, if it helps, drain me. Stupid train might be abducting us all, but what we do for each other, what we mean for each other, this place has no say in."
This entirely relates to offering himself as a battery. Choice. Or something! He doesn't know quite how to put it other than what he's fumbling through now.