Nita nods, slowly, wanting to make it clear she's listening.

"And that is okay. Accepting what you were made for, being a- a temporary force."

In the back of her mind, the peridexis came to attention. Present, concerned, but not annoyed, not worried like it had been when Nita had turned against the train.

But she quiets, because she can feel Tidus has more to add. She shifts in posture, a silent And?