It was one of those times where one had to accept the inevitable. Where hope fails, where the hard work and desperation to make everything right doesn't come together, and there's nothing but an emptiness left behind. No-- that isn't true. There's more. But it's a feeling there in the gut, knowing you can't turn back time. You can't fix or change anything, even if you were to go back to that single day. Repeat it over and over...

Tidus lifts his chin to the touch, the pull of his mouth sympathetic, lost, all he can offer - no less of a long face than Roland already sees. Hibber-Gibbers is a warm reminder in his heart, a presence in his thoughts. 'From one end comes a new beginning. You know this too - hiig!'

There's no knowing what waits for Roland, if anything does in his first world. If there's a way back to it, if he ever finds it. There's always a wish for a more definite answer, but Tidus knows he can't give one. He knows he can't offer what ifs?, that it isn't his place.

But looking at the man now, Tidus pinches together his lips.

"...You did everything you could. I know you did." Whether Roland's heart has answers for that already, that his best wasn't good enough, that he needed to be more. "...All we can do is try. As long as we tried..."

And it's hard, not to think of Zanarkand himself. Did I try hard enough? Squeezing his hands on his lap, the pulsing moment of emotion in his heart, reaching his throat. But this feeling of grief isn't one that he wants to let out, to linger out. To let it try and drag him back down.

So, with some kind of mirth on his lips: "Sucks when your last game isn't as great as you wanted it to be."

But it was what it was.