It's corny, for sure, something he might say himself. Appreciates the confidence, because really, that's all you need: To believe. It's not about the letter or the bottle at that point, and Tidus knows--it's about heart of it, a way of saying: I'll be back soon. Once it's written, the rest of it doesn't really matter. It's just a way of making it certain to yourself.

Tidus understands, before Roland even finishes speaking; before he says, It's hard to explain. Thinks he does anyway, that way of thinking about it. He kicks up a knee and wrap his arms around it, his head turned toward Roland, but no part of him trying to peak and read a message not meant for him.

But it seems a waste, that it wouldn't really reach anyone...read, remembered. Who would read them here? A tiny planet with a single island...

...Oh. "Isn't this a rest stop for void missionaries? Like...void travellers? Why don't you put it somewhere someone'll find it? The Void Ministry is on the look for us. Why don't you see if they can get it to your friends?"