That tune in his ear is.. it's.. it's something. It's something, and not a good thing. It hits him on practically the same level as Tidus's obnoxious loud tone does. Like nails on a chalkboard, all of it. It's so overwhelming, overstimulating in a way Inigo isn't used to. He winces, not particularly looking happy, but at least not able to pay much attention to all the ghost-like apparitions that surround him either.
"Feels like I'm going to be sick.." He mumbles, though it's probably entirely inaudible over Tidus's voice and the music in both their and Roland's ears.
Okay, Inigo, try to at least focus somewhat. Even though everything feels so overwhelming right now. At least he catches some part of what Tidus says near the end there. Roland, right--
He doesn't reply, doesn't have the energy in him for it under the current circumstances, but he's at least listened enough to half-turn enough to grab Roland's hand into his own, squeezing it like their lives depend on it as he walks.
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That tune in his ear is.. it's.. it's something. It's something, and not a good thing. It hits him on practically the same level as Tidus's obnoxious loud tone does. Like nails on a chalkboard, all of it. It's so overwhelming, overstimulating in a way Inigo isn't used to. He winces, not particularly looking happy, but at least not able to pay much attention to all the ghost-like apparitions that surround him either.
"Feels like I'm going to be sick.." He mumbles, though it's probably entirely inaudible over Tidus's voice and the music in both their and Roland's ears.
Okay, Inigo, try to at least focus somewhat. Even though everything feels so overwhelming right now. At least he catches some part of what Tidus says near the end there. Roland, right--
He doesn't reply, doesn't have the energy in him for it under the current circumstances, but he's at least listened enough to half-turn enough to grab Roland's hand into his own, squeezing it like their lives depend on it as he walks.