He hadn't realised how closely he'd landed near to an already sore spot, but that's how these things usually go. It rubs off what remains of Tidus's smile, his good humour with it; replacing it with a familiar heat. 'It was my father...telling me I was a disappointment.'
Doesn't he know how that feels.
"He had no right." And so he speaks like steel unwilling to bend, ready to take on heat. Looking Inigo straight on, no matter where he may look himself. "The thing about dads? It doesn't matter who they are, what people think about 'em--they're not always right. Sometimes, they're assholes who tell you to quit and give up."
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He hadn't realised how closely he'd landed near to an already sore spot, but that's how these things usually go. It rubs off what remains of Tidus's smile, his good humour with it; replacing it with a familiar heat. 'It was my father...telling me I was a disappointment.'
Doesn't he know how that feels.
"He had no right." And so he speaks like steel unwilling to bend, ready to take on heat. Looking Inigo straight on, no matter where he may look himself. "The thing about dads? It doesn't matter who they are, what people think about 'em--they're not always right. Sometimes, they're assholes who tell you to quit and give up."