What a mood drop. At first, Tidus wants to poke fun at Roland for it, for bringing his fun down. He invites the guy to get his nose out of his work, and this is what he gives him back? But as Roland goes on, it's a sombre reminder of a memory: a sense of being, a way of life in Spira. Not sending out bottles or last messages to one day be found by loved ones--no one in Spira received that chance once Sin reared itself in the unfortunate group's direction, boat or village or town. There wasn't a chance to do anything but prey.

But it reminds Tidus of it anyway, the only comparison his mind has. The air that Spira carried throughout it. You'd be able to forget about Sin, but not for long. ...at least, he could. But even then...

The tearing catches Tidus's attention, interrupts his thoughts. A strange sound, confusing him, and he looks around before finding Roland with his book, clear puzzlement on his face. He sits up off his hands, and if not for he paper, he'd be more confused.

"You...want me to write a love letter?" ...actually, no. He gestures behind his shoulder. "Uh, Yuna's with me, and she lives in Spira..."

Roland is free to interrupt his half-working thought, a tone far too genuine to be fake.