"Depends on how you see things. Could just be a nice anecdote. Can't an old man share some of his wisdom?" He leans against the edge of the bench to free up some space on the hallway, returning his sass with a little bit of his own. He'd move this conversation somewhere else, but he was inclined to help Tidus understand where he was coming from, too. When he told him before that he always had to be the most level-headed person in the room, by god did Roland mean that.
"It counts because that's how I have to look at everything, even with the small things." He keeps his eyes focused on the floor. These are words he has echoed for so long, they sound like Roland is just playing a record now. "When you're faced with a definitive decision, weigh the risk versus the reward. If pursuing the action brings about a higher reward despite the risk, then take that path. But if the opposite is true, and the risk outweighs the benefit, then that's your cue to say no thank you."
Roland is once again lost on how Tidus will take his words, but he isn't sharing this to teach him a lesson. No, Tidus was a grown man, and if he wanted his advice he would ask it of him. No, indeed, this was Roland attempting to open up, for him to understand his inner workings, even just a little bit of how he thinks.
"When I realized I had this injury after coming back to the train, I weighed the risk and reward of having it be seen by a healer, or someone like yourself, with magic. I came to the conclusion that there was a greater risk to the healer for such a small injury, versus treating it myself." He doesn't turn his head to Tidus, instead glancing upon him by the corner of his eye. "See, why bother someone - not just you - who's probably equally exhausted, if not more, from casting spell after spell for almost two weeks on an alien planet with monsters, when my little cut can heal on its own with a bandage and some sleep?"
He slides back into the booth partially. "Risk and rewards, Tidus. By treating my own cut, then the risk only affects myself. By asking for some magic, the risk doubles, extending to another person who's already tired." Long story short...I'd rather it just be me.
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"It counts because that's how I have to look at everything, even with the small things." He keeps his eyes focused on the floor. These are words he has echoed for so long, they sound like Roland is just playing a record now. "When you're faced with a definitive decision, weigh the risk versus the reward. If pursuing the action brings about a higher reward despite the risk, then take that path. But if the opposite is true, and the risk outweighs the benefit, then that's your cue to say no thank you."
Roland is once again lost on how Tidus will take his words, but he isn't sharing this to teach him a lesson. No, Tidus was a grown man, and if he wanted his advice he would ask it of him. No, indeed, this was Roland attempting to open up, for him to understand his inner workings, even just a little bit of how he thinks.
"When I realized I had this injury after coming back to the train, I weighed the risk and reward of having it be seen by a healer, or someone like yourself, with magic. I came to the conclusion that there was a greater risk to the healer for such a small injury, versus treating it myself." He doesn't turn his head to Tidus, instead glancing upon him by the corner of his eye. "See, why bother someone - not just you - who's probably equally exhausted, if not more, from casting spell after spell for almost two weeks on an alien planet with monsters, when my little cut can heal on its own with a bandage and some sleep?"
He slides back into the booth partially. "Risk and rewards, Tidus. By treating my own cut, then the risk only affects myself. By asking for some magic, the risk doubles, extending to another person who's already tired." Long story short...I'd rather it just be me.