[ The clothes are more or less an afterthought now, since Roland agrees with the choices Tidus has picked out for him anyway. The final folding is slow and relaxed, just storing away his supplies for the three day reprieve. It was still surreal to him to be privy to these stories; histories of worlds and universes that would never have occurred to him as President, all ended up true and real. Though something about how Tidus speaks, the way he is recalling things, bothers Roland somewhat.
If he was picked up by the train shortly after Sin's defeat, then how does he know how much time has passed back home? Three years since? With the fates of his friends, even his girlfriend...
He saves it for later. ]
Divided.
[ It's an easy answer, one that comes from experience. ]
Still waters run deep. Just because the truth is out now doesn't solve the small problems, the microaggressions that have built up over time. But that's just the beginning. It seems Spira at least, has earned its peace from Sin. From the Maesters. Unification is always possible no matter how great the chasm between nations. It just takes a lot of hard work. Together, as one.
That, I know that from experience. [ His hands stop moving, folding has ceased. He stares at the bright colored shorts in his grip. Then he throws Tidus a small smile before resuming his folding at a leisurely pace. ]
Good choices, by the way. Except for the long ones. You're right, they're not my style. Either be shorts, or be pants, not both. [ SORRY BOUT THE STYLE CHOICE, TIDUS. ]
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If he was picked up by the train shortly after Sin's defeat, then how does he know how much time has passed back home? Three years since? With the fates of his friends, even his girlfriend...
He saves it for later. ]
Divided.
[ It's an easy answer, one that comes from experience. ]
Still waters run deep. Just because the truth is out now doesn't solve the small problems, the microaggressions that have built up over time. But that's just the beginning. It seems Spira at least, has earned its peace from Sin. From the Maesters. Unification is always possible no matter how great the chasm between nations. It just takes a lot of hard work. Together, as one.
That, I know that from experience. [ His hands stop moving, folding has ceased. He stares at the bright colored shorts in his grip. Then he throws Tidus a small smile before resuming his folding at a leisurely pace. ]
Good choices, by the way. Except for the long ones. You're right, they're not my style. Either be shorts, or be pants, not both. [ SORRY BOUT THE STYLE CHOICE, TIDUS. ]