Even with the certainty of his position, what he says, to think about it--it's not a question nor answer he needs to think about, but it still brings down his eyes. His head not moving, but he remembers it - he always remembers it, still, with everything that's come to happen with him and his old man.

"'You're not cut out for it, kid, some people just don't got it'." There's a vulnerability, someone younger in those words- a younger person in him that always remembered, all he had to remember his father by.

"I cried, and I didn't get things quick enough for him. He was always reminding me, he was the best." He pauses. "He was - a good blitzball player, but a father... he never got to be. He wasn't, back then."