"And people think I don't trust politics." It's an aside, not really the truth; one comment made a long time ago, but maybe it's funny that out of the both of them, it's the government man expressing suspicion for an official organisation.
Not that Tidus has strong opinions for or against the Ministry. He drops his only recently folded arms back to his sides, just to angle himself better to regard Roland.
"No one thinks what we're doing is bad. Saving worlds, lives? No one's going to argue about that." Tidus wouldn't. No matter their circumstances, those are people that need help, and he won't stand aside and do nothing. "But the rest--it sucks. The train takes who it wants. People do things they say's for the best all the time. What's wrong risking our lives for those planets, right? A few of us for all of them? It's good in the end."
There's something else that he wants to express, not sure exactly how to, but it might not be the time for it. They're stuck in the middle. He's silent for a second, just to gather how to continue.
"If we're gonna leave anything...we need to figure a way of getting them to contact us again. Know we can hear them. We got that one message on the train--then it shut off the translators." Cut them off from seeing the message. He leans forward, eyes settled on Roland. A fire spilling into his words: a conspiracy in its infancy. "It's like you said. We don't matter, we're stuck in the middle. The train wants us to do its work. If the other guys are any better or not, does it better for us? The train's got stuff to answer for, and we should make it. If the ministry's its enemy, then lets shake the train tracks!"
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Not that Tidus has strong opinions for or against the Ministry. He drops his only recently folded arms back to his sides, just to angle himself better to regard Roland.
"No one thinks what we're doing is bad. Saving worlds, lives? No one's going to argue about that." Tidus wouldn't. No matter their circumstances, those are people that need help, and he won't stand aside and do nothing. "But the rest--it sucks. The train takes who it wants. People do things they say's for the best all the time. What's wrong risking our lives for those planets, right? A few of us for all of them? It's good in the end."
There's something else that he wants to express, not sure exactly how to, but it might not be the time for it. They're stuck in the middle. He's silent for a second, just to gather how to continue.
"If we're gonna leave anything...we need to figure a way of getting them to contact us again. Know we can hear them. We got that one message on the train--then it shut off the translators." Cut them off from seeing the message. He leans forward, eyes settled on Roland. A fire spilling into his words: a conspiracy in its infancy. "It's like you said. We don't matter, we're stuck in the middle. The train wants us to do its work. If the other guys are any better or not, does it better for us? The train's got stuff to answer for, and we should make it. If the ministry's its enemy, then lets shake the train tracks!"