"Sure did!" There isn't a slip of doubt, Tidus's mind recalling as he watched the waves lapping at the shore... "We spent all that time fighting day and night, I was worrying about Yuna... I was feeling pretty good after that first mission. Sitting around, chilling out - I liked it. You came over and talked to me."

It wasn't some amazing ordeal, but it was simple, nice enough for Tidus to recall it fondly. Had any of the other missions had the same relaxing moment? Terra was more exhausting, Irivar was its own wreck, and Nion was numbing. Was that because of the missions? Or all because of Tidus becoming more worn by being a captive?

He flips the magazine over to a new page, but not before playing with the edge in signal that Inigo's ready for it.

"I liked that mission. It was tough, but... I had good company. Half the people though... most of the people I worked with are gone."

His voice dips, but not his face. It's sobering, but it's a fact - that people will come and go - that Tidus has always been able to accept. As hard as it can hit people; as hard as it's hit him too.

"Hope they're doing okay."

That's all he can ask for.