Inigo lets out a small 'hmm' sound, to show he's still listening, even as he's staring at the pages, reading the blurbs that come with all the photos. Really, he's hearing everything Tidus is saying, though there are edges to this conversation right now that he doesn't want to burn himself on. Like the thought of just how many people are gone now. Inigo is well aware just how hard it hits him, that something about him makes it harder for him than for most, and so he doesn't want to think about it too hard. Doesn't want to fall into that misery.

Though that doesn't mean he isn't glad that Tidus can talk about it. It's probably healthier that way, rather than cropping it all up the way Inigo does.

"We're still here though." It's still a little dangerous, dangling much too close to that edge from where Inigo knows his feelings will spin out of control, but it feels like he's going to land on the right side of it this way. "I'm glad for that."

His hand moves down, playing with the corner of the page of the magazine.

"Well, not glad that we're still stuck, but.. you know. I'm just glad neither of us has involuntarily abandoned the other."

Tidus could probably deal with it better than Inigo, he thinks. But he still can't imagine that it'd be fun for the other to watch him walk off the platform either. Having to hope that he'll be okay somewhere out there.