Tidus meets the higgledy's gaze, small as it is, bright nonetheless. His curiosity there for whether it's searching for anything, but then taken away as Roland's story continues; his attention on a tale that's almost hard to believe, but then--not. What's the more of a surprise is to hear that Roland for any second thought about taking up an offer that required the sacrifice that came before. His mouth twitching in its line, his gaze unsteadying the same.

Lives, loved ones...What you wouldn't do for them, right? What you wouldn't give?

Tidus looks down at the ground between himself and the fire, a chill breathing on the back of his neck. He's been asking himself that, lately.

"You wanna write a letter tonight?" It's not a question that comes in a hurry, slow and undisturbed. Tidus regarding the higgledy again, reminded of something else. A group of them, dreamers; those that supported them beyond the end of their human lives, trapped forever into dreaming.

"Or we can leave it 'til the morning. We should have time 'til the train leaves. We can't do much else than a letter for now."

A letter in a bottle, if perhaps the only one they'll tuck away like that.