[ He wants to know more about it. More about Spira, how it might be conflicted, changed. He wants to walk the trails he did with Yuna and the rest, search for every difference in the environment, how the world healed without him. But, he'd want to do it and be able to stay; he'd want to chat with Kimahri as the new Ronso leader, hang out with Rikku on her treasure hunting adventures, check up on Lulu and Wakka as a couple. He'd want to meet their baby, give Wakka a punch on the shoulder for being a dad now; and get headlocked in by him, hear his noisy laugh, his thick accent and carefree ways.
And it's always around then that Tidus realises he's lost track of the dream, that small fancy of seeing the world once more from the distance--and remembers he shouldn't think of impossibilities, and crushes it down. Tells himself he won't get any of it.
It's what he recalls in a few seconds from listening to Roland; the shirt rack somehow in front of him, but his gaze elsewhere, deeper in.
He shuffles some, chuckles with a grin, pulling himself back to reality. As he always does. ]
You never saw my blitz outfit. But you have to be good to pull it off! [ That is- ] Fashionable.
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And it's always around then that Tidus realises he's lost track of the dream, that small fancy of seeing the world once more from the distance--and remembers he shouldn't think of impossibilities, and crushes it down. Tells himself he won't get any of it.
It's what he recalls in a few seconds from listening to Roland; the shirt rack somehow in front of him, but his gaze elsewhere, deeper in.
He shuffles some, chuckles with a grin, pulling himself back to reality. As he always does. ]
You never saw my blitz outfit. But you have to be good to pull it off! [ That is- ] Fashionable.