...it's one of those decisions he's lucky not to have to make, huh. Leaving your husband, or not knowing what's happening to a close relative back home. It's conflicting, but Tidus still isn't sure about the choice. ... but, it wasn't his choice to make, either.

"If only it was that easy, huh?" Even with their wishes, their goals - if only they could bust out into the void now, actually do something with their skills. His hand on Seto's shoulder lingers, but he does eventually drop it, resting it with his other arm over his knees.

"...I'm jealous of the people getting to leave," he admits. "I want to stay and save the others, but knowing we're stuck inside these tube walls, and others are getting to be outside. I don't even know where I want to be anymore. Even if I could live... I don't know what I'd do."

It's a mishmash of thoughts, of recent feelings; a moment where he feels comfortable to be honest, though it has no place in the present. Are they even going to be able to leave? At least the train's trying to get them going, but he can't deny the pang of wishing - he had something to look forward to, too.

(Doesn't he? ...he doesn't really know. It's been so long...)