The curse doesn't deter him. Nothing deters him, not Tidus suddenly coming from behind and grabbing at his wrists with some force, not the threat to be kicked. If he grows more determined about what's happening around him, it's because this is the way Roland knows how to be when his mind is running a million miles an hour. One day, he'll look back on this moment and regret his actions. Regret the way he's behaving. He's better than this. But for now...

"Kick me then. I'll take it. But you're not getting off of this train without your watch. Is it in your pocket? In your arms band? Just get it for me, please - "

Whatever struggle occurs now, especially as Tidus comes through his periphery, squeezing through with the intention of prying his grip loose, is like background noise that's coming up for air, demanding for attention. To be seen and heard. Roland turns to him then, eyes worried, pleading. A mirror image of what Tidus has seen before, in a jungle away worlds away. Help me, he can't leave without it!