"Hey!" Can't a guy occasionally forget what he puts inside his magic tech? His hearing is still sharp, sharp enough to catch that little jab at him and honestly at his age, he's just about to reach fifty! That's nowhere near as old as some of the people or otherwise on this tra--

--Right. The paper. He clears his throat and looks over at what Tidus is reading. Pretty standard stuff and nothing he's not read before. After the teen makes some distinctions out loud, Roland thinks about why he brought this up in the first place. Returns to the floating idea that's not yet taken shape or form.

"We can tell the patterns of what jobs we'll get by now, sure. But if you think about it by utility, anyone could do everyone else's job. That's why we lend talented folks like you to go help Red, Blue. Conversely, warriors like Lightning would be just as effective in protecting villages and heading rescues if they had to." He sits back against the wall. Finally seeing a clearer image from where he began. "More than that, I wonder if the colors represent...a meaning. Like a sigil. A banner that represents the members it houses."

Roland makes a gesture to Tidus with a free hand. "Ever thought about it?"