That went morbid in a way that Tidus can't connect to, though Esteban seems to find it all funny, and Tidus is really hoping for some better imagery than the lifeless mannequins that try to creep their way inside his brain.

Which, it does become less creepy, once Esteban tries to actually explain things. But the crease above his brow doesn't really ease, and he doesn't find the whole thing - this hoard deal - any easier to understand. A part of his soul, but there's a pile of items? ...

...

... he's far too simple a person for this, whatever imagination - whatever clue - he thought he had for this not as easily in reach as he thought. There's a pinch to his lips pulled into a frown, distorted when he tugs them to his cheeks, but...

"...I don't think I get it," he admits, slowly. "But if it keeps you happy-" He shakes his head, spreads his hands up in a 'then that's that' manner, causing ripples in the water with the motion. "That's what's important."

He then bends a hand at the wrist, adding in a lighter manner himself, "If you want more info on Kaiba though, you should ask him about his card game! There's a briefcase with 'em in the games room - he'll tell you all about it if you let him. How about that?"

And sharing that does bring humour into his voice, imagining Seto and his cards, the subtle excitement in his otherwise collected delivery.