He nods and watches Tidus jog back into the train. Left to his own thoughts, Roland's mind runs with ideas. In the silence of the early night, the spaces around him grow dimmer; a sense of foreboding thick and full of tension, even if he's the only one who can taste it in the air. Maybe Tidus isn't thinking of the consequences, but Roland knows only that - the contingencies, the what if's and what could be's. It was part of the job, and regardless, it's not like he wasn't used to working beneath the surface. He knows more than anyone that sometimes you have to do something unconventional to get anywhere, especially when other people's safety was involved.

It doesn't take long for Tidus to return with the materials he promised he'd dig up; the reports, the mission guides. But before then, Roland has already committed to take it all. The fallout, the blame, whatever comes their way. He was prepared for it when he infiltrated Ding Dong Dell to get Evan his Mark of Kings, and he's just as ready for whatever comes next if and when the void ministry discovers their little ploy. No one was getting hurt here but Roland, if need be. Not even Tidus, who only wanted answers. Who only wanted to save, just as much as Roland does.

Nobody said the game was going to be easy, and they're upping the ante from an international stage to an interdimensional one. So be it.

Roland walks over and peers over Tidus's shoulder with a finger to his chin in contemplation, an eyebrow quirked up too, eager to know what to do next.

"Well? We ready or not? You've read that before, I'm sure."