He breathes, a slip of a sound. At least the weight of the story wasn't a singular one, to only be noted by the one whose story it was. That's what Tidus tells from the silence, not cursing its presence. Watching the higgledy on his lap as it begins a dance, and wondering idly, 'I hope you haven't had to make any hard decisions, little guy'; forgetting in that instance, the connection shared by their heart.
'Young sojourner, from those decisions I came to be! Because from those decisions, yes, lives hope - and life!'
Tidus lets out a noise, like air choked on, small and brief. The high higgledy's arms reached out towards him and then lowering, but the gesture of it - that you are not alone! - not dismissed with it. He slips a hand onto his lap before it, allowing Hibber-Gibber to put one of its hands onto his, no bigger than a little finger's tip.
He rocks it, shifting his hand lightly, as if the tiny hand were a baby's hand. Not for any more reason than just because, as Roland speaks, as the silence of his own decision in what to say.
"...I don't regret going through it, you know?" Quietly he speaks. His eyes on the higgledy, maybe even pretending to speak to them than Roland. "Yeah, I didn't want to-- ...go. But it wasn't just about me. It wasn't just Spira, either. My old man... he became the last Sin. 'Cause he was Yuna's dad's guardian. He wanted to stop this too. And the fayth... they were stuck. A thousand years, they were made to keep the the city going. Never sleeping. Just stuck, summoning a dream. I just..."
He sighs. Small pauses meant to give him exactly that, a moment to think, to settle.
"I started thinking, after that trip to that weird island happened - what if I told Yuna and the others about it? What if I asked the fayth?" His voice rises, and he sniffs; uses the back of his free hand to wipe at his eyes. Exhales as he finishes the thought:
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'Young sojourner, from those decisions I came to be! Because from those decisions, yes, lives hope - and life!'
Tidus lets out a noise, like air choked on, small and brief. The high higgledy's arms reached out towards him and then lowering, but the gesture of it - that you are not alone! - not dismissed with it. He slips a hand onto his lap before it, allowing Hibber-Gibber to put one of its hands onto his, no bigger than a little finger's tip.
He rocks it, shifting his hand lightly, as if the tiny hand were a baby's hand. Not for any more reason than just because, as Roland speaks, as the silence of his own decision in what to say.
"...I don't regret going through it, you know?" Quietly he speaks. His eyes on the higgledy, maybe even pretending to speak to them than Roland. "Yeah, I didn't want to-- ...go. But it wasn't just about me. It wasn't just Spira, either. My old man... he became the last Sin. 'Cause he was Yuna's dad's guardian. He wanted to stop this too. And the fayth... they were stuck. A thousand years, they were made to keep the the city going. Never sleeping. Just stuck, summoning a dream. I just..."
He sighs. Small pauses meant to give him exactly that, a moment to think, to settle.
"I started thinking, after that trip to that weird island happened - what if I told Yuna and the others about it? What if I asked the fayth?" His voice rises, and he sniffs; uses the back of his free hand to wipe at his eyes. Exhales as he finishes the thought:
"I'm never gonna know."
What could have been.