"Y-yeah," he says, though the energy he'd described her with hesitates with the rest of him, head lowering with his gaze.

"I know none of us should be here," in the sense that none of them made the choice, "but I wish she didn't get dragged into this... she's been through a lot." He looks up at Gyousou, his mouth a thin-lipped frown.

"She put a lot of herself into being a summoner, and now she's got the chance to live her life. And I know her--she'll help anyone that needs help." Even in a situation like this. "But I don't like the thought of her being pushed around. 'Specially by something that snatches her away from home."

He airs his grievances, annoyance bitter by the end in the weight of his words, the way his shoulders hang, nothing but an innocuous comment letting it leak. An old passion suddenly brought forward in the most unexpected of places, but it's bothered Tidus since the first day. That he'll always be happy to see her; happy to know that she's alive, she's healthy, that she's well--

but she shouldn't be anywhere he is. She shouldn't be used by anybody.