Tidus is thinking back, himself. Feeling like an old and tired record, spouting the same things, when does it really help? There's no confidence in his position; there's just a hope, a desperation.

He slumps where he sits.

"...I know I'm always saying the same thing, and...it's like nothing's changed. Everything still feels hopeless, and maybe I'm wrong. Maybe talking to it won't change anything." Maybe he's been wasting his breath all this time, which it feels like, so often.

"...but I want to believe. I don't just want to accept a 'I'm working on it' - I want to know why, 'Why can't we work on it'? Even if the train is trying to help us, you know Tai, it's yours to protect. We need the train to stop...leaving us out of this."