"..."

He makes his way back to Tidus's side but doesn't take a seat on the sand or the towel he had set out. Roland suddenly makes for a serious figure, standing on the beach with his arms crossed, the darkening skies tattooed in his mind. As much as he hates to admit it, Jema'grethy is beautiful even if this was all for a loan.

"No, you're right." Roland speaks up, his hand holding the letter to Evermore throwing the bottle up and down gently, catching it without fail every time. "About the train. The void ministry. Who's to say we're actually fighting for the wrong side here?" Up, down, up down, the bottle goes. "But that's the thing, isn't it? Why is this phony Voidtrecker Express rebelling against the ministry, why are they running away so well? What's the play? You don't just stage an elaborate coup like this because everything was fine and dandy with your government. Something's up with both of them, and we're unfortunately caught in the middle."

When the bottle falls into his hand this time, he stills himself. He glances down at Tidus, an eyebrow quirked up in curiosity.

"Given the chance, what would you leave behind for the ministry, then? What would you want them to find here?"