Geez, what a mess that sounds like, from the both of their stories joined. That was no way to live, for sure. And where his thoughts may wander from there, they're paused as Roland speaks, and Tidus listens to him; as the higgledy returns to his lap once more. The spoken request.

His feelings and his heart are the mess, but at the same time, there's a calmness to it. He's not so rocked, though there lingers all that the day has brought for him. Maybe he's tired, too beyond the soft wave of emotion coming from this bond of his; this chapter of his life he's had to come to terms with, before it was even concluded.

"I'll look out for you too," Tidus promises to higgledy, who knows to turn as he begins to speak, bows his crowned head with a hiig! - and with another light, the higgledy glows again, and then disappears, a warmth spilling into his chest at it disappears within.

Tidus's eyes widen - maybe, for how he's seen Roland with Bambosh, he should've known that could've happened. Bringing his hands to his chest, hovering over his heart. His finger curl, and he drops them back onto his lap.

A kind of silence settles over, broken as Tidus asks, "Do you think about your first world?"