Tidus notices the weight of the bed shift, the figure beside him moving without fulling seeing him. He doesn't look, affirm or even consider it. He doesn't want to, with his emotions too close to throat. It's easier to pretend sometimes, isn't it? And right now, he wants to act like he's got it together.

(But what great timing, to share his life story when some other guy he's connected to is happy with his guy. And the way that hurts, 'cause he knows that feeling too well.)

"I never looked for another way," he says weakly, spoken on an exhale for the breath he had to suck in, to even speak in the first place. "I never told them, until the end. No one knew about Zanarkand 'cept me. All they knew was...if they defeated Yevon, the guy in Sin, who summoned it - they'd stop Sin from coming back. All that time..."

He tilts his head back, lightly finding the wall. Eyes closed, and everything seems so - far away, a part of history already. And it is. But it doesn't feel right, when it was only months ago. But it only took months to change his entire life.

"They'd get a new summon, sacrifice the summoner, and when they destroyed Sin, Yevon made the new summon the new Sin. And we were somewhere else, oblivious." Zanarkand. "It went on for a thousand years."

A thousand years of the same cycle repeating. A world getting torn apart.