He has been through countless world summits, meetings with dignitaries, world leaders, sharing tea and shaking hands with the heads of state for as long as he can remember...Yet it's the innocent prodding of two teenagers that has gotten him to clam up unexpectedly, feeling himself sweat from the line of questioning. His arms crossed tightly against his chest has never been more secure than it was now.
And it's not like he's trying to clam up for the sake of it - just that he's unsure of how to approach it even on his own. He hasn't had time to think about his past like this for decades. His favorite show? The one that came naturally to him when asked for merchandise...how did he feel about it? How would he feel now? Thoughts that were usually reserved for himself, his own introspection, now being tugged out.
Roland just takes a little longer to answer than he usually would; the only sign that he's slowly trying to at least answer candidly, honestly.
"...The show was called MaDnuG Armor X." He watches the two of them get settled back into place before he adds more. "In the show, the robots there are as big as castles. Buildings. Tall and imposing. And they would separate into other parts so the good guys had to unite as one to save the day." (Not a stretch to say this might be where his little kid self got the idea of making peace by coming together as a singular force. But that was speculation for another time.)
Roland glances between Tidus and Inigo again, then back to the gifts. He uncurls his arms away from his body if only to lean his elbows back on the table, sounding very much in debt. "Thank you." He says once more, this time for the additional order. Suddenly, turning to Inigo too, looking the picture of worried.
"Building these models can get time consuming and a little boring if you're not used to it. I promise I won't feel bad if you want to stop at any time and just go do something else. Okay?"
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And it's not like he's trying to clam up for the sake of it - just that he's unsure of how to approach it even on his own. He hasn't had time to think about his past like this for decades. His favorite show? The one that came naturally to him when asked for merchandise...how did he feel about it? How would he feel now? Thoughts that were usually reserved for himself, his own introspection, now being tugged out.
Roland just takes a little longer to answer than he usually would; the only sign that he's slowly trying to at least answer candidly, honestly.
"...The show was called MaDnuG Armor X." He watches the two of them get settled back into place before he adds more. "In the show, the robots there are as big as castles. Buildings. Tall and imposing. And they would separate into other parts so the good guys had to unite as one to save the day." (Not a stretch to say this might be where his little kid self got the idea of making peace by coming together as a singular force. But that was speculation for another time.)
Roland glances between Tidus and Inigo again, then back to the gifts. He uncurls his arms away from his body if only to lean his elbows back on the table, sounding very much in debt. "Thank you." He says once more, this time for the additional order. Suddenly, turning to Inigo too, looking the picture of worried.
"Building these models can get time consuming and a little boring if you're not used to it. I promise I won't feel bad if you want to stop at any time and just go do something else. Okay?"