He keeps his own gaze low, hands stilled by his lap and fingers interlocked while Tidus speaks, eventually sounding fond at the mention of the love he was forced to see off not too long ago. Roland cherishes moments that people can trust him enough to tell them bits and pieces of who they are, knowing for himself how difficult it can be to tell them stories told only in the privacy of your heart.

And it's taking quite a bit for Roland not to ask more from the tale - what is Sin, did that destroy Zanarkand? Is Sin the reason he's -

If Aeons are like higgledies, spirits that require human connection to form into what they are, then are fayth the equivalent of godswind in Tidus's world? The source of all strength, of magic? Thoughts running wildly in his mind that he can't help but drift a finger under his chin, a tell of his when he's deep into his own mind. The high higgledy resting on Tidus continues to react to him well, cooing when it seems to agree with whatever he says. You're a team. Roland smiles, eyes closed.

"Alright. Message received." Roland answers, a chuckle resting just at the tail-end of his words, but never really coming out. "I'll do my best to follow both of your examples. After all, we're a team now too. I don't want you to think I'm not trying hard enough to connect - even with the little ones. Or that I'm taking any of this for granted." He looks at Hibber-Gibber then, but it's a distraction for himself to come to terms with what he wants to tell him next, something stuck in his throat that Roland has to swallow it down first before he can open his mouth.

"I wish I could have met her, here. Yuna." Wistful, with a tinge of regret. "Every time you talk about her, it's...I know you mean how you feel." Like at some point in time, she was Tidus's world. Might still be. Regardless of anything else.