That's all the conviction Roland needs to hear. It was the same feeling when he saw how much it meant for Nita to attack the train - even though he knew it wouldn't do a thing. That wasn't the point either, was it? Even though the rebuttal was quick to come in the back of his mind: The same logic can be said for the train. We don't know their inner workings, either. Who's to say, in this mystery?

But hope. The feeling of hope is clear, and Roland knows this well. You always try. It was like listening to Evan again, the king of never giving up. The one who tries, even in failure. Who rises, even in weakness. Were they not all just citizens of their own worlds, just trying to find their way back home?

Roland nods once, and walks back to the same spot of the beach where he threw the first bottle. The letter to Evermore is sent in a different direction, but this time, he doesn't throw it. He kneels against the sand and sets it adrift, gently, cradled by the waves. And off it goes, disappearing little by little into the last of the dying sunlight.

He turns back to Tidus, his mouth a firm line and his gaze resolute. "Alright then. On your lead, captain. Let's do it." Roland stands and rests one arm over his hip. "Let's shake the train tracks."