He nods at Tidus in gratitude, mouth slightly upturned as he grips his shoulder one last time before he too, rests them back on the cover of the book on his lap. Unable to put it back in his Arms, just because it feels better to have something there to look at when he thinks, when he finds the words. Even his own story is foreign to him, Roland never quite having the interest in telling people the details of the lives he's lived before. Hearing that affirmation is...strange, not in a bad way, just alien to Roland who refuses to stop. Tidus telling him, believing him to have done all he could for his home, is inviting and warm. Reminiscent of a time when their roles were reversed.
And what a perspective to offer! It resonates such that Roland doesn't stop the laugher, however short it comes, a burst of dark humor that lightens his mood. "Hear, hear. I'll cheers to that." A pause, before he shakes his head, as if trying not to say something but eventually does. "...There's always the next one, champ. On a another playing field, with a different goal."
That a new kingdom can rise from soot and ash, fire and brimstone; it's the only thing he's got left to hold on to anyway. It's the same determination that allowed Roland to send messages across the sea of a another planet, through the void, to reach two worlds in faith that they will make the journey.
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He nods at Tidus in gratitude, mouth slightly upturned as he grips his shoulder one last time before he too, rests them back on the cover of the book on his lap. Unable to put it back in his Arms, just because it feels better to have something there to look at when he thinks, when he finds the words. Even his own story is foreign to him, Roland never quite having the interest in telling people the details of the lives he's lived before. Hearing that affirmation is...strange, not in a bad way, just alien to Roland who refuses to stop. Tidus telling him, believing him to have done all he could for his home, is inviting and warm. Reminiscent of a time when their roles were reversed.
And what a perspective to offer! It resonates such that Roland doesn't stop the laugher, however short it comes, a burst of dark humor that lightens his mood. "Hear, hear. I'll cheers to that." A pause, before he shakes his head, as if trying not to say something but eventually does. "...There's always the next one, champ. On a another playing field, with a different goal."
That a new kingdom can rise from soot and ash, fire and brimstone; it's the only thing he's got left to hold on to anyway. It's the same determination that allowed Roland to send messages across the sea of a another planet, through the void, to reach two worlds in faith that they will make the journey.