Skin touches him, and for a second, Tidus does nothing. But then he takes the hand into both of his, touching the fingers. They come into this position often, don't they? He's so used to the sight of Taiki's hands. The gentleness of Taiki's comfort. Soft and quiet.

"I...," he starts, but finds himself unable to go forward. Retracks, and speaks on a quieter note himself: "I wanted you to know... I... I didn't want to go. Not really. But... I accepted it." There's a resignation, bittersweet. The slip of a smile on his lips. A sad conversation, but there's a light with that rain. A cloudless, sunny sky after a storm.

"Spira is doing better. Sin hasn't been around for two years. …it's healing."