Roland finishes the letter off with a signature, and if Tidus glances at his work once more, he will find it full of big loops, but it's a mark of his status nonetheless. A signature that has seen documents, laws, bills, and treatises, but rarely sentimental letters. When he answers Tidus, it was with a confidence that didn't seem fitting for such a sad tale; or the uncertainty that accompanies the raging storms of an alien sea. Yet it's so naturally Roland that it could convince anyone what he was saying was true.
Roland folds the paper until it's small enough to roll, but pauses for just a moment to look at the purple water creating a swirl of new colors against the dusk.
"It'll reach them because if I've learned anything from what my life's been through, it's that we're all connected. Heh. It's corny, I'll admit, but I believe it now. And because I believe it, it's going to happen." Not a hint of hesitation, nor a trace of fear is present in Roland, as he takes the empty bottle of coffee now, scoops up sand in it and throws it out right after just to absorb lasting moisture from the drink he had downed in minutes. The first letter is inserted in - a smooth fit, thankfully - and the lid is secured so tight that his hands tremble at the force.
"It's hard to explain, but...I just know I've got nothing to worry about. After all, even if it took thousands of years for bottles on Earth to reach the shore, to reach people, they eventually made it. They were discovered, the letters were read. Remembered."
Nevermind that that this was decidedly not Earth; this was a void planet with void magic and weird missions that risked their lives every single time. Roland was resolute, always was, always will be. If I believe it, it will come true.
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Roland finishes the letter off with a signature, and if Tidus glances at his work once more, he will find it full of big loops, but it's a mark of his status nonetheless. A signature that has seen documents, laws, bills, and treatises, but rarely sentimental letters. When he answers Tidus, it was with a confidence that didn't seem fitting for such a sad tale; or the uncertainty that accompanies the raging storms of an alien sea. Yet it's so naturally Roland that it could convince anyone what he was saying was true.
Roland folds the paper until it's small enough to roll, but pauses for just a moment to look at the purple water creating a swirl of new colors against the dusk.
"It'll reach them because if I've learned anything from what my life's been through, it's that we're all connected. Heh. It's corny, I'll admit, but I believe it now. And because I believe it, it's going to happen." Not a hint of hesitation, nor a trace of fear is present in Roland, as he takes the empty bottle of coffee now, scoops up sand in it and throws it out right after just to absorb lasting moisture from the drink he had downed in minutes. The first letter is inserted in - a smooth fit, thankfully - and the lid is secured so tight that his hands tremble at the force.
"It's hard to explain, but...I just know I've got nothing to worry about. After all, even if it took thousands of years for bottles on Earth to reach the shore, to reach people, they eventually made it. They were discovered, the letters were read. Remembered."
Nevermind that that this was decidedly not Earth; this was a void planet with void magic and weird missions that risked their lives every single time. Roland was resolute, always was, always will be. If I believe it, it will come true.