Roland's exclamation is soft, a horrific realization making its way to the forefront of his mind. His right hand curls, fingers forming a loose fist that covers his lips. It takes him a while to connect the pieces together, but at the mention of a sacrifice, it's an easy cross to make. Yuna's death would have saved his home - or the illusion of it, the dream - but it would have created another Sin to torment the rest of Spira for what, another thousand years more? And in choosing to hide the truth from Yuna, it saved her and the rest of the waking world, at the cost of his home. The dreams of a nation, long gone.
I didn't try to find another way.
The tug and sting in his chest grows ever heavier. Wasn't that something Roland was all too familiar with? Him, Doloran too...
No, Roland thinks to himself, looking away and keeping his gaze low. Eyes glossed with emotion he can no longer contain. Either decision would have merited the same effect on Tidus. To choose one over the other - it would have devastated him no matter what. It would have eaten him up, no matter what.
That wasn't a decision for one person to make. It shouldn't have to be him. It's not fair. Tidus was a dream too, he didn't ask for any of this!
Roland increasingly finds it difficult to calm himself inwardly, so he keeps quiet for a good while. He takes his time, lets his own heart sing to the tune of Tidus's story - one that reflects similarly to his own. And of others who suffer the machinations of fate. The silence that follows, he hopes, is not too stifling. He can at least, hear the little higgledy try its best to soothe whatever pains linger, cooing as it does. He doesn't know, can't hear it as much as he tries to reach out. The high higgledy was effectively Tidus's, now.
It's a slow, steady exhale that draws him back into the lulled conversation. Then, he speaks; dulcet and mellow. Words laden with empathy, only because Roland seems to understand to some great extent a small portion of Tidus's sorrows.
"...It won't really matter, but I think you did the right thing. I think you did the brave thing." Choosing one over the other. "I...I don't claim to know Spira, or Zanarkand...Sin, or Yuna and your journey with her. But what you were faced with, what you had to do when you found out? That's not a choice." He shakes his head, lightly. Scared to meet his eye because he doesn't know what he'll see behind the veil.
"I don't think there was much of a choice, at all. It had to be done. It's just...you had to make the call. Even if you knew the price and paid for it."
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Roland's exclamation is soft, a horrific realization making its way to the forefront of his mind. His right hand curls, fingers forming a loose fist that covers his lips. It takes him a while to connect the pieces together, but at the mention of a sacrifice, it's an easy cross to make. Yuna's death would have saved his home - or the illusion of it, the dream - but it would have created another Sin to torment the rest of Spira for what, another thousand years more? And in choosing to hide the truth from Yuna, it saved her and the rest of the waking world, at the cost of his home. The dreams of a nation, long gone.
I didn't try to find another way.
The tug and sting in his chest grows ever heavier. Wasn't that something Roland was all too familiar with? Him, Doloran too...
No, Roland thinks to himself, looking away and keeping his gaze low. Eyes glossed with emotion he can no longer contain. Either decision would have merited the same effect on Tidus. To choose one over the other - it would have devastated him no matter what. It would have eaten him up, no matter what.
That wasn't a decision for one person to make. It shouldn't have to be him. It's not fair. Tidus was a dream too, he didn't ask for any of this!
Roland increasingly finds it difficult to calm himself inwardly, so he keeps quiet for a good while. He takes his time, lets his own heart sing to the tune of Tidus's story - one that reflects similarly to his own. And of others who suffer the machinations of fate. The silence that follows, he hopes, is not too stifling. He can at least, hear the little higgledy try its best to soothe whatever pains linger, cooing as it does. He doesn't know, can't hear it as much as he tries to reach out. The high higgledy was effectively Tidus's, now.
It's a slow, steady exhale that draws him back into the lulled conversation. Then, he speaks; dulcet and mellow. Words laden with empathy, only because Roland seems to understand to some great extent a small portion of Tidus's sorrows.
"...It won't really matter, but I think you did the right thing. I think you did the brave thing." Choosing one over the other. "I...I don't claim to know Spira, or Zanarkand...Sin, or Yuna and your journey with her. But what you were faced with, what you had to do when you found out? That's not a choice." He shakes his head, lightly. Scared to meet his eye because he doesn't know what he'll see behind the veil.
"I don't think there was much of a choice, at all. It had to be done. It's just...you had to make the call. Even if you knew the price and paid for it."