Where'd the second bottle come from, he asks? Where did the first come from! Tidus is a hoard of question marks himself currently, added when Esteban puzzles over his confusion about bottles. Or why everyone wouldn't be a bottle. Why is he a bottle!
(Does he care that he's a bottle? To be considered.)
"Well- why wouldn't everyone be a bottle?" He counters with instead, not defensive or anything -- he's still far too confused about this thing of hoards and imagery to be anything decisive. "You don't imagine everything about someone tucked in a bottle? And that's why there was a bottle."
Bottles. This word is starting to sound like something strange and unusual now the more he says it. And he feels - for as much he own benefit as Esteban's - the need to make clear, though it's likely already obvious, "--I don't know anything about hoards. I just see you as you - in my head."
He points a finger at Esteban at see you as you. Esteban's face, his person - no bottles, no lack of bottles.
no subject
(Does he care that he's a bottle? To be considered.)
"Well- why wouldn't everyone be a bottle?" He counters with instead, not defensive or anything -- he's still far too confused about this thing of hoards and imagery to be anything decisive. "You don't imagine everything about someone tucked in a bottle? And that's why there was a bottle."
Bottles. This word is starting to sound like something strange and unusual now the more he says it. And he feels - for as much he own benefit as Esteban's - the need to make clear, though it's likely already obvious, "--I don't know anything about hoards. I just see you as you - in my head."
He points a finger at Esteban at see you as you. Esteban's face, his person - no bottles, no lack of bottles.