Tidus frowns, his entire face, a paused moment as he tries to take in what Inigo's saying. And yet-

"But that's not true. That's not true at all." He lets his shoulders ease, taking his eyes away from the past he was looking into, raising them to look at Inigo instead. "You've cheered me up plenty. Yeah, I got mad, but I wasn't really mad at you, you know? It was just-" ugh, what even did they speak about back then...? "I'm just never good at feeling like we don't have a choice. Or- I was just complaining. You asked me why I wasn't training, and it was 'cause... I hated the idea, feeling like I was just doing what the train wanted me to. Because we are. For all the good we're doing - we're doing exactly what this train wants. We even know that for sure now."

For sure, for certain. Tidus lets Inigo's arms go, not sure where to put his hands after. So he lets them sit awkwardly at his sides.

"I'm not mad that we're helping people, but... I... I don't really have anything. 'Cept sports. And I guess I was feeling, you know..."

He trails, trying to figure how to phrase it.

"I wanted to be more than a fighter. I wanted to- be useful, here. Something that distracted me and made me feel good."