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"Do I need to? You already know how. A guy who's been fighting his whole life knows how to pick himself right back up. What's there for me to teach?"
He says it fondly, but is there a lie? If there was a lie, it would be if Inigo told it first, that the story he spun about himself wasn't real: that he wasn't crossing worlds to fight wars, that he wasn't always putting himself out there since he was young. But Tidus believes it: He sees it in Inigo during the missions, how all that can distract him is some semblance of keeping his mind on the task. What has a guy like him got to tell a person like that?
His hands, dropped somewhere down from Inigo's back to his waist, come now to rest on his legs. A sigh exhaled, a sympathetic smile pressed on his lips at the sight of Inigo's worn out face.
"You just have to keep trying, don't you? You fail, but you keep going. That's all you can do. Me..." he grimaces, but then laughs, looking aside as he shrugs a shoulder. "I get too--mad easy. I'm never patient, and I don't get bright ideas or can make anything cool like other people. All my magic's pretty basic, and so's how I fight. I feel out of my depth a lot of the time, you know?"
He lets his gaze wander, low-lidded as it is. "But... I don't want to let people down, so I keep going anyway. Even if there's better people around--I want to do what I can."
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Are you talking about CHOKING YOURSELF ON FREEZE-DRIED FOOD IN THIS STRIKETHROUGHS MATE."Do I need to? You already know how. A guy who's been fighting his whole life knows how to pick himself right back up. What's there for me to teach?"
He says it fondly, but is there a lie? If there was a lie, it would be if Inigo told it first, that the story he spun about himself wasn't real: that he wasn't crossing worlds to fight wars, that he wasn't always putting himself out there since he was young. But Tidus believes it: He sees it in Inigo during the missions, how all that can distract him is some semblance of keeping his mind on the task. What has a guy like him got to tell a person like that?
His hands, dropped somewhere down from Inigo's back to his waist, come now to rest on his legs. A sigh exhaled, a sympathetic smile pressed on his lips at the sight of Inigo's worn out face.
"You just have to keep trying, don't you? You fail, but you keep going. That's all you can do. Me..." he grimaces, but then laughs, looking aside as he shrugs a shoulder. "I get too--mad easy. I'm never patient, and I don't get bright ideas or can make anything cool like other people. All my magic's pretty basic, and so's how I fight. I feel out of my depth a lot of the time, you know?"
He lets his gaze wander, low-lidded as it is. "But... I don't want to let people down, so I keep going anyway. Even if there's better people around--I want to do what I can."