'My handwriting's been printed on money' OK Roland.
Without thinking about it, watching the clock and its dumb way of deciphering time, Tidus leans back too along with Roland, finding the wall to rest against. This small time-teller. Looking at it, being in this quiet of the cabin that-- he isn't sure he appreciates, but lets his mind think maybe more than it should-
"It's a small thing to care about in the long run, right? Time... we should be worrying about other things."
He doesn't voice it as a chide, or as self-deprecating; more of a thought drifting in, some kind of half-hearted reflection. Here they were stuck on a kidnapping train, and he worried about the time. When either way their time was limited, they only had as much of it as the train allowed.
But he doesn't even remember much about caring about time either. Two weeks has felt like an eternity, and everything he knew - it's out of place with the now, with reality. He's not even sure how he feels, looking at this device now.
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Without thinking about it, watching the clock and its dumb way of deciphering time, Tidus leans back too along with Roland, finding the wall to rest against. This small time-teller. Looking at it, being in this quiet of the cabin that-- he isn't sure he appreciates, but lets his mind think maybe more than it should-
"It's a small thing to care about in the long run, right? Time... we should be worrying about other things."
He doesn't voice it as a chide, or as self-deprecating; more of a thought drifting in, some kind of half-hearted reflection. Here they were stuck on a kidnapping train, and he worried about the time. When either way their time was limited, they only had as much of it as the train allowed.
But he doesn't even remember much about caring about time either. Two weeks has felt like an eternity, and everything he knew - it's out of place with the now, with reality. He's not even sure how he feels, looking at this device now.