He's missing pieces of the context! He's missing pieces of Tidus' context, and Esteban has to practically swallow all the questions that drop in, trying to jolt them down somewhere somehow mentally so he can ask later because it doesn't seem right to interrupt him right now but--
Tidus? How do you defeat sin exactly?
He has to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking, allowing the sportsman to speak up, to share what he intends to from start to finish even though it's agonizingly hard. There's more that he wants to ask, barely placing back Zanarkand as-- it's the land Tidus is from, right? So-- so that was the dreamland? Or was Spira the dreamland and Zanarkand was the other land?
Nono-- Tidus wrote in Spiran in his book, which means that Spira is the dreamworld and Zanarkand is the other one. GOT IT. Wait, no-- hang on. Zanarkand got attacked? When did Zanarkand get attacked?
He's trying, but he's lost a liiittle too much between the lines to follow conveniently, and Esteban doesn't like not knowing. He's greedy after all. The good, the bad. He'd prod more if he could, but that's not the point-- it's not the point right now.
"Pushin' it further, hun," the redhead adds instead, about thinking things out when they happen. And yeah, that makes sense. Out of sight, out of mind. Only-- wasn't that what Esteban himself had done until now? He's not sure. He's not-- he just knows he tried to not think about things so hard that he's... tripped himself up. Oh, he's still a mess-- there's a lot that tangles and snares if he thinks about it too much and he doesn't know what else to do but to...
... Push it further.
Well then, seems they're both taking that advice to heart, and the half-elf grins shrugging an easy shoulder.
"I'm in it 's long as you are."
Esteban's been lucky-- there's Kitty that was swallowed by the void. He misses her deeply, having been one of the first ones he'd met back when he'd just joined. But other than that-- other than her, he's been fairly lucky. So the best he can do is just-- to offer it to others. To offer it to whoever might need it. He'll be there with them as long as they are still missing someone from their own hoards.
"Big headaches included," he snickers, because they'd certainly had their fair share of that, last time they tried.
His last comment makes Esteban blink once, surprised at the sudden turn, before laughter bursts from his lungs, vivacious and wild, even though it's short-lived. "Hah! Yeah-- I'd probably get vicious 'f we didn't get t' go out every other-ish day, an' we don't really have time t' ever enjoy it."
Even the short jaunt over on Jema'grethy had been too little. Esteban isn't opposed to the missions they have themselves, it's just-- the train. The train itself is too small. And it makes him uncomfortable. Like his skin is crawling and he can't close his eyes and rest up.
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Tidus? How do you defeat sin exactly?
He has to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking, allowing the sportsman to speak up, to share what he intends to from start to finish even though it's agonizingly hard. There's more that he wants to ask, barely placing back Zanarkand as-- it's the land Tidus is from, right? So-- so that was the dreamland? Or was Spira the dreamland and Zanarkand was the other land?
Nono-- Tidus wrote in Spiran in his book, which means that Spira is the dreamworld and Zanarkand is the other one. GOT IT. Wait, no-- hang on. Zanarkand got attacked? When did Zanarkand get attacked?
He's trying, but he's lost a liiittle too much between the lines to follow conveniently, and Esteban doesn't like not knowing. He's greedy after all. The good, the bad. He'd prod more if he could, but that's not the point-- it's not the point right now.
"Pushin' it further, hun," the redhead adds instead, about thinking things out when they happen. And yeah, that makes sense. Out of sight, out of mind. Only-- wasn't that what Esteban himself had done until now? He's not sure. He's not-- he just knows he tried to not think about things so hard that he's... tripped himself up. Oh, he's still a mess-- there's a lot that tangles and snares if he thinks about it too much and he doesn't know what else to do but to...
... Push it further.
Well then, seems they're both taking that advice to heart, and the half-elf grins shrugging an easy shoulder.
"I'm in it 's long as you are."
Esteban's been lucky-- there's Kitty that was swallowed by the void. He misses her deeply, having been one of the first ones he'd met back when he'd just joined. But other than that-- other than her, he's been fairly lucky. So the best he can do is just-- to offer it to others. To offer it to whoever might need it. He'll be there with them as long as they are still missing someone from their own hoards.
"Big headaches included," he snickers, because they'd certainly had their fair share of that, last time they tried.
His last comment makes Esteban blink once, surprised at the sudden turn, before laughter bursts from his lungs, vivacious and wild, even though it's short-lived. "Hah! Yeah-- I'd probably get vicious 'f we didn't get t' go out every other-ish day, an' we don't really have time t' ever enjoy it."
Even the short jaunt over on Jema'grethy had been too little. Esteban isn't opposed to the missions they have themselves, it's just-- the train. The train itself is too small. And it makes him uncomfortable. Like his skin is crawling and he can't close his eyes and rest up.