They don't know the future--that's the message Tidus takes from Roland's words better than what he gives, since the threat of what ifs. And he already knows that, knows the uncertainty in trying and not.
"Yes," he says, the flinch of his gaze at the weight of the question only small, not even hesitant in its dip. Voice bold and firm. Sure. "You always try. If you don't, then you have to live with that too. And I know what the train's doing, not what the ministry might."
But he doesn't care. He wants action, he wants something. A chance. A hope.
"I'm not gonna give this train an easy ride as long as it keeps doing what it wants with us."
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"Yes," he says, the flinch of his gaze at the weight of the question only small, not even hesitant in its dip. Voice bold and firm. Sure. "You always try. If you don't, then you have to live with that too. And I know what the train's doing, not what the ministry might."
But he doesn't care. He wants action, he wants something. A chance. A hope.
"I'm not gonna give this train an easy ride as long as it keeps doing what it wants with us."