He nods his head simply. The vulnerability before him is strange to behold, nothing Tidus expected to witness out of Inigo--perhaps nobody on board, except maybe some of the younger kids. He doesn't know what to say to it, so he says nothing, pulling his lip in the ghost of reassurance, nodding his head, and turning to head towards the doors for want of nothing else to do.

But his slow pace slows more, coming to a stop before he reaches them. His head hanging, and a voice in his throat after all. Some need to speak, as if otherwise would be deceitful. Some kind of honesty he wants to share, even if he can't do it in front of Inigo's crying face.

He doesn't know if this is the time or place--other than it's there, slipping out before he can think twice.

"Someone disappeared, where I came from. They faded away in front of everyone they knew, and...the person that loved them. They couldn't comfort them. They slipped right through him, and all he could do was...pretend to hold her."

And he feels as hollow now, recounting it. Holding out a hand without looking to anyone to take it.

"I'll be here... as long as I can be."