Not for the first time does Roland feel the shock, like cold water hitting his face. His eyes glance over at the higgledy, no more than a little distraction at this point - My old man became the last Sin.
Besides Yuna, besides the world...Tidus ended the journey his father began by being the one to strike him down.
The height of cruelty.
Roland no longer resists the twitch in his nerves, the jolt in his arms. Though Tidus seems to be busying himself with Hibber-Gibber, Roland makes a move to wrap an arm around his shoulders anyway, pulling him close. Temple to temple, almost, but not quite. And perhaps in any other time, Roland would have expected a headbutt, a reprimand as Tidus often gives him, calls him names for, makes jokes at his expense. But Roland is barely holding on to his own composure. Tears glistening, threatening to fall.
Remembering the fallen souls of Tidus's home; mourning the son whose burden is so heavy he had to slay his own father. Who chose to disappear, to die with the rest of the dreams he set free, even if he desired nothing more than to play in the ocean, ball in hand, smile carefree. And here he is, sat next to Roland as if nothing happened.
"Maybe you don't have to." He says, barely a whisper. "Tidus I...I reckon all of them would have thanked you, in the end." Roland adds, tone laden with melancholy. "A thousand years of that...they might have been surviving as dreams, but it wasn't living. They weren't at rest. That wasn't true peace. But what you went through - seeing Spira, seeing a brand new world for the first time, falling in love! That's a life. That's..."
He forces himself to say it, though the grip around Tidus's shoulders begin to firm somewhat, comforting to feel that he is in the here and now. As promised. Trying. Moving forward.
"...That's the life the fayth would have wanted you to live." The life you deserve. If only for a stolen moment in time.
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Besides Yuna, besides the world...Tidus ended the journey his father began by being the one to strike him down.
The height of cruelty.
Roland no longer resists the twitch in his nerves, the jolt in his arms. Though Tidus seems to be busying himself with Hibber-Gibber, Roland makes a move to wrap an arm around his shoulders anyway, pulling him close. Temple to temple, almost, but not quite. And perhaps in any other time, Roland would have expected a headbutt, a reprimand as Tidus often gives him, calls him names for, makes jokes at his expense. But Roland is barely holding on to his own composure. Tears glistening, threatening to fall.
Remembering the fallen souls of Tidus's home; mourning the son whose burden is so heavy he had to slay his own father. Who chose to disappear, to die with the rest of the dreams he set free, even if he desired nothing more than to play in the ocean, ball in hand, smile carefree. And here he is, sat next to Roland as if nothing happened.
"Maybe you don't have to." He says, barely a whisper. "Tidus I...I reckon all of them would have thanked you, in the end." Roland adds, tone laden with melancholy. "A thousand years of that...they might have been surviving as dreams, but it wasn't living. They weren't at rest. That wasn't true peace. But what you went through - seeing Spira, seeing a brand new world for the first time, falling in love! That's a life. That's..."
He forces himself to say it, though the grip around Tidus's shoulders begin to firm somewhat, comforting to feel that he is in the here and now. As promised. Trying. Moving forward.
"...That's the life the fayth would have wanted you to live." The life you deserve. If only for a stolen moment in time.