What must that be like? A kingdom, gone like that - consumed, destroyed in a day, and knowing you can't do anything but keep it be by repeating its last day. Nothing else changing, no other ways to save it.

It turns it into a sad tale, of not wanting to let go. Did the Queen ever repeat the day wondering, 'Maybe tomorrow - I can find another way?' Or did it just become hard to let go, when you knew tomorrow, there wouldn't be anything? There wouldn't be a tomorrow after that.

He couldn't imagine letting go, once he'd started. But what was the state of that kingdom too? 'Never loving, never giving birth to new children'. He isn't sure by that alone, though Tidus thinks about the story, once it's done.

"What do you think," he says, more a curiosity, but at least a curiosity he isn't putting any weight to, "if they did keep living? Even if they just had the same day? Zanarkand wasn't like that. If it was, I wouldn't be alive."

There's some mirth to that.