"There's a lot that goes on, when you peel off the surface." The weight of his words is not lost on Roland. Such a turn of conversation leads him to the path of a former life - or maybe better put, a life he believes he will return to, one day, someday. "I know politics can get rough because I've seen how ugly and dirty it can get. One minute, you're signing peace treaties and promising to recall troops, and in the next, ambassadors are pulling out of your borders and calling for war." The smile on his face is sardonic. "I was in the belly of the beast, remember? I trust leadership, but people's agendas are an entirely different matter. It's never as simple as what you see in the surface. There's always something..."
He trails off there, and chances upon the glass bottle he has yet to send off into the purple sea. A letter addressed to a second life, where the worst of his fears were assuaged by a king no older than ten. Where hope and faith won the day, united peoples of all races to a common cause. Difficult, but not impossible, and he was taught that lesson well. His gaze turns fond, even as he listens to the rest of Tidus's words, hearing his impassioned plea to 'shake the train tracks.' Roland actually has to chuckle at that, meeting his gaze head-on.
"It's not that we don't matter, Tidus. Maybe we might be the ones who matter most of all. We just...don't know enough, right now. Information is being kept from us, deliberately, like you said." He fills his lungs with a deep breath of air, chest expanding and eyes closing for a brief moment.
"Alright, what are you proposing then? Humor me. Do you want us to write a letter addressing the void ministry - that we're the Voidtrecker Express phonies they've been trying to find? And that we were here on this island for three days?"
He's genuinely curious where this is going, not opposed to it (yet) and sees no harm in the gesture. There was nothing to hide, anyway. They were already being branded as dangerous regardless.
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He trails off there, and chances upon the glass bottle he has yet to send off into the purple sea. A letter addressed to a second life, where the worst of his fears were assuaged by a king no older than ten. Where hope and faith won the day, united peoples of all races to a common cause. Difficult, but not impossible, and he was taught that lesson well. His gaze turns fond, even as he listens to the rest of Tidus's words, hearing his impassioned plea to 'shake the train tracks.' Roland actually has to chuckle at that, meeting his gaze head-on.
"It's not that we don't matter, Tidus. Maybe we might be the ones who matter most of all. We just...don't know enough, right now. Information is being kept from us, deliberately, like you said." He fills his lungs with a deep breath of air, chest expanding and eyes closing for a brief moment.
"Alright, what are you proposing then? Humor me. Do you want us to write a letter addressing the void ministry - that we're the Voidtrecker Express phonies they've been trying to find? And that we were here on this island for three days?"
He's genuinely curious where this is going, not opposed to it (yet) and sees no harm in the gesture. There was nothing to hide, anyway. They were already being branded as dangerous regardless.