Roland doesn't speak right away, he listens again, though his brow furrows and he's taken to throwing the bottle up and down in his hand again. There's some sense in what Tidus is saying; the action versus inaction, doing versus just laying there and accepting things as they are. Fanfare aside, what were they at the end of the day? Refugees? Victims? Kidnapped citizens from every far flung corner of the universe?

He plays devil's advocate, nevertheless. "And if the void ministry tracks us down? What then? We ask for help getting home?" His voice is steady, as if he's thinking out loud, weighing out the options. The clink of the bottle in his hand is loud against the soft waves.

"Usually what happens in situations like this is even though we're obviously the injured party here, the ruling body might still brand us complicit in illegal activity. We have been going around saving worlds outside of the void ministry's approval. That makes us conspirators. It makes us guilty."

He throws a side glance at Tidus, eyes shining with intrigue. The grip on the bottle tightens. "What then? Do we live with that consequence? That chance?"