"Oh man," Tidus says, a small chuckle as he does. "Now this is a lot of thinking, huh? Okay, hold on. Uh, let me think how to explain..."
Because maybe all this parallel talk and thinking about other worlds is confusing him, which isn't Senku's fault entirely. He takes his hands out from the sink, grabs the nearby paper towel left to the side. He pats at his SCA device with it before his hands, turning to Senku to ignore the washing for now.
"Okay, yeah, so. When they decided to make my home, they also made Zanarkand at the same time. The details are washy for me, but you have the summoner who uses the fayth to make the summon, right? So the guy who was the summoner for all this, Yu Yevon, he was inside Sin. Sin was meant to keep the dream safe, or be like one last fuck you to the guys they were fighting." He waves a hand. Either or and.
"But a summoning that big on one guy fried his brain, and- that part doesn't matter, but I know that..." He stops, rolls his lips together. Puts up a hand, if just out of a habit of moving them than any useful visual aid.
"'Cause people thought making a new fayth to defeat Sin was the only way of taking it down, and it did work -- when Sin got defeated by a new fayth, Sin took over the new fayth, and came back. But Sin's shield is also...made from the pyreflies of the dead. Uh..."
...he think he totally got derailed from the main question Senku had, huffs a small chuckle. Tempted to rub the back of his head, but not with his hands half soggy.
"I think- let's put parallel worlds aside. Think of it like... something that exists, but you can't see it. That's what becoming real was. All that energy that made Sin-- it made me as real-looking as a summon like that does, or any other summon. But-" he hands come out,
"I was still a dream, in the end. I was just as close to as... the rest of people in Spira were as a dream could get."
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Because maybe all this parallel talk and thinking about other worlds is confusing him, which isn't Senku's fault entirely. He takes his hands out from the sink, grabs the nearby paper towel left to the side. He pats at his SCA device with it before his hands, turning to Senku to ignore the washing for now.
"Okay, yeah, so. When they decided to make my home, they also made Zanarkand at the same time. The details are washy for me, but you have the summoner who uses the fayth to make the summon, right? So the guy who was the summoner for all this, Yu Yevon, he was inside Sin. Sin was meant to keep the dream safe, or be like one last fuck you to the guys they were fighting." He waves a hand. Either or and.
"But a summoning that big on one guy fried his brain, and- that part doesn't matter, but I know that..." He stops, rolls his lips together. Puts up a hand, if just out of a habit of moving them than any useful visual aid.
"'Cause people thought making a new fayth to defeat Sin was the only way of taking it down, and it did work -- when Sin got defeated by a new fayth, Sin took over the new fayth, and came back. But Sin's shield is also...made from the pyreflies of the dead. Uh..."
...he think he totally got derailed from the main question Senku had, huffs a small chuckle. Tempted to rub the back of his head, but not with his hands half soggy.
"I think- let's put parallel worlds aside. Think of it like... something that exists, but you can't see it. That's what becoming real was. All that energy that made Sin-- it made me as real-looking as a summon like that does, or any other summon. But-" he hands come out,
"I was still a dream, in the end. I was just as close to as... the rest of people in Spira were as a dream could get."