There's a lot on Esteban's chest. A lot that he's never had to deal with, or had the opportunities to. Not until, as he says, he's plucked up and put on a train with tiny walls and too many people, and you have to make it work from there. For the complaints that Tidus has about the train, he knows what this time can be for people; what good they can get out of it, to be themselves (and to know what that is) away from what was holding them back where they came from.
Even open roads could be more restrictive than a cramped train, apparently.
Tidus listens, watching as well as he moves in a conversational manner, not unlike what Tidus does himself when he speaks. A tug of his lips into a smile now and then when Esteban laughs, but he blinks when it turns back onto himself; not following at first, and not even sure what it was he had done. But then he does remember their conversation back on Jema'grethy, wonders if that has anything to do with it.
Well. "If you're gonna be stuck here, you might as well make the most out of it." His head shifts a little, but he doesn't move much right away, his smile however having returned. "I believe in that. We have people come here whose lives aren't that great where they came from, or they think about the missions and nothing else. But if there's anything good here, it's finding yourself. I'm glad you're getting that too, Esteban. And hey-"
He leans back against the tub some, smile brightening.
"--If I can help with that, great! I mean, I'd be pretty bored if I didn't have people to hang out with too, y'know?"
Heh. He lets his head lean back, staring up at the ceiling as the steam of the tub clings at his skin.
"Before I showed here... I mean, other than me not meaning to be anywhere, I didn't have a lot I was worried about. My life was pretty alright before Zanarkand got attacked, and if I got to stick around after we took out Sin, it wouldn't have been that hard to figure out what came next. I could become a blitzball player again."
His voice perks a little at the idea.
"But now, I care more about getting the people we've lost back home; I don't plan on going anywhere 'til a bunch are where they're supposed to be. Whatever happens next, I'll think about that when the time comes."
He waves a hand at that idea, a plan for the future he'll wait to make more concrete. But he does snort, adds on:
"But I do not want to be stuck on a train for the rest of my life. I know that much!"
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Even open roads could be more restrictive than a cramped train, apparently.
Tidus listens, watching as well as he moves in a conversational manner, not unlike what Tidus does himself when he speaks. A tug of his lips into a smile now and then when Esteban laughs, but he blinks when it turns back onto himself; not following at first, and not even sure what it was he had done. But then he does remember their conversation back on Jema'grethy, wonders if that has anything to do with it.
Well. "If you're gonna be stuck here, you might as well make the most out of it." His head shifts a little, but he doesn't move much right away, his smile however having returned. "I believe in that. We have people come here whose lives aren't that great where they came from, or they think about the missions and nothing else. But if there's anything good here, it's finding yourself. I'm glad you're getting that too, Esteban. And hey-"
He leans back against the tub some, smile brightening.
"--If I can help with that, great! I mean, I'd be pretty bored if I didn't have people to hang out with too, y'know?"
Heh. He lets his head lean back, staring up at the ceiling as the steam of the tub clings at his skin.
"Before I showed here... I mean, other than me not meaning to be anywhere, I didn't have a lot I was worried about. My life was pretty alright before Zanarkand got attacked, and if I got to stick around after we took out Sin, it wouldn't have been that hard to figure out what came next. I could become a blitzball player again."
His voice perks a little at the idea.
"But now, I care more about getting the people we've lost back home; I don't plan on going anywhere 'til a bunch are where they're supposed to be. Whatever happens next, I'll think about that when the time comes."
He waves a hand at that idea, a plan for the future he'll wait to make more concrete. But he does snort, adds on:
"But I do not want to be stuck on a train for the rest of my life. I know that much!"