Hearing that from Tidus, it doesn't help how he reacts to the state of things. He retracts the hand holding his SCA, but Roland doesn't put it back on his wrist. Instead, he stares hard at it, as if it's done him some great offense. He shakes his head, gripping the device tight.
He wonders if he should have kept his words to himself, but at the state they find him, he has little patience for his own inner thoughts.
"Of course that's what happens when you leave without your SCA on," He says eventually, his voice dangerously sharp even as he keeps it neutral and steady. Like he's shaking in control, grasping at an understanding privy only to himself.
Roland betrays his own self-control. What does it matter, in the end? They all had to know. Tidus, too...
"It's more like it's an us thing, now." Roland eventually finishes, weaker than when he begins. He turns to them with a defeated expression, uncharacteristic of a man so usually confident in his actions. When he watches Senku and Tidus, he doesn't just see fellow passengers anymore. He sees people he's somehow betrayed with his own carelessness, and victims of a train that's stripped them of their agency.
"There's a reason this thing won't let us take it off, regardless of who we are, when we're on missions. And why it's okay to be without it when we're inside." He stuffs his own SCA into his pocket and bites against his cheek. Readying himself, allowing his tongue to get used to the taste of the truth he needs to say.
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He wonders if he should have kept his words to himself, but at the state they find him, he has little patience for his own inner thoughts.
"Of course that's what happens when you leave without your SCA on," He says eventually, his voice dangerously sharp even as he keeps it neutral and steady. Like he's shaking in control, grasping at an understanding privy only to himself.
Roland betrays his own self-control. What does it matter, in the end? They all had to know. Tidus, too...
"It's more like it's an us thing, now." Roland eventually finishes, weaker than when he begins. He turns to them with a defeated expression, uncharacteristic of a man so usually confident in his actions. When he watches Senku and Tidus, he doesn't just see fellow passengers anymore. He sees people he's somehow betrayed with his own carelessness, and victims of a train that's stripped them of their agency.
"There's a reason this thing won't let us take it off, regardless of who we are, when we're on missions. And why it's okay to be without it when we're inside." He stuffs his own SCA into his pocket and bites against his cheek. Readying himself, allowing his tongue to get used to the taste of the truth he needs to say.