The words are heavy, with or without how Roland speaks them. How Tidus hears them, and the weight that it puts on him, in his heart. The higgledy below eases on its nodding as it senses that grief, if mingled with more than that: a love yearned, a loved miss. A bittersweetness, a tale that forever repeats itself for lovers everywhere.
It knows not to react, as Tidus finds it in him to speak.
"...when I met her, it was the first time I knew about Spira. Zanarkand and Spira... Zanarkand is in Spira, but we weren't a part of it. We were something different. A dream. A dream...to keep Zanarkand alive. So it could never disappear."
He keeps his gaze aside, away from Roland and the higgledy below. Whatever comfort it can provide silently kept so. But this is about more than the sorry tale of his life; it's about trust. Sharing with Roland what's become second nature to keep to himself. That the people who know him - the people he hurt - deserve to know.
But it's still hard. Harder too on a day like this, with another's joy sitting in his chest.
"We didn't know about Sin. 'Cause Sin... Sin was protecting Zanarkand." Which was a whole story too, but his thoughts drift him back to the woman who brought him to this subject in the first place. The resolve in her eyes he can picture clearly, always. "It was because I became Yuna's guardian that I got to know what was happening to Spira. The people in it, and how everyone was struggling. 'Cause of her..."
Because of her, he got to experience the real world. Because of her, he got to do something about it. With her, with everyone. But his voice trails, a breath needed. The heaviness in him growing.
no subject
It knows not to react, as Tidus finds it in him to speak.
"...when I met her, it was the first time I knew about Spira. Zanarkand and Spira... Zanarkand is in Spira, but we weren't a part of it. We were something different. A dream. A dream...to keep Zanarkand alive. So it could never disappear."
He keeps his gaze aside, away from Roland and the higgledy below. Whatever comfort it can provide silently kept so. But this is about more than the sorry tale of his life; it's about trust. Sharing with Roland what's become second nature to keep to himself. That the people who know him - the people he hurt - deserve to know.
But it's still hard. Harder too on a day like this, with another's joy sitting in his chest.
"We didn't know about Sin. 'Cause Sin... Sin was protecting Zanarkand." Which was a whole story too, but his thoughts drift him back to the woman who brought him to this subject in the first place. The resolve in her eyes he can picture clearly, always. "It was because I became Yuna's guardian that I got to know what was happening to Spira. The people in it, and how everyone was struggling. 'Cause of her..."
Because of her, he got to experience the real world. Because of her, he got to do something about it. With her, with everyone. But his voice trails, a breath needed. The heaviness in him growing.