...were the little higgle-things feeling those twigs when Roland chucked them in? A sparing thought, there and then gone, but Tidus did think about what the fire was, after the way it came to life.
Otherwise, his thoughts are on their plan. Something bigger than a plan, when plan felt too simple of a word, too small. A course that would take time and thought and more to execute, to have it be anything. He sees Roland cross his hand over to the SCA and remembers his own; dips his arm, as if moving it farther from his face. The flames of the fire lick and crackle between them.
"Right. Not hard," he says, like a joke, but it isn't. "We got kids on here, we share the missions - you think we should include visual proof? Images? We can buy a - camera. Memoris. Picture and video records." He doesn't know which word to use, goes for everything and all. "Keep a record of everything?"
It might get bigger than what bottles can hold, but it wouldn't really matter. Long as they're discreet about how they deposit what they want the ministry to find, don't have anyone else take notice, pay attention.
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Otherwise, his thoughts are on their plan. Something bigger than a plan, when plan felt too simple of a word, too small. A course that would take time and thought and more to execute, to have it be anything. He sees Roland cross his hand over to the SCA and remembers his own; dips his arm, as if moving it farther from his face. The flames of the fire lick and crackle between them.
"Right. Not hard," he says, like a joke, but it isn't. "We got kids on here, we share the missions - you think we should include visual proof? Images? We can buy a - camera. Memoris. Picture and video records." He doesn't know which word to use, goes for everything and all. "Keep a record of everything?"
It might get bigger than what bottles can hold, but it wouldn't really matter. Long as they're discreet about how they deposit what they want the ministry to find, don't have anyone else take notice, pay attention.