Tidus looks upon the results of his work, the sloshing water not yet calm and the flapping antics one ex-president putting on the performance of a drowning rat. He doesn't flinch, nor regret, arms firmly crossed - not even as Inigo speaks up beside him and asks after him, and Tidus knows what he's really asking.

"He deserved it," is his response, flat yet decisive. A future final boss in the making.

But then comes the accusing finger not sure which of them to land on, and Tidus is eager to take the glory for the action. His arms unravel, as if he needs a hand to sit on the edge of the hot spring with him, like his ensuing barrage will threaten to drop him back in.

"You could've WHAT?! DROWNED? Maybe ROASTED ALIVE? You're gonna SWIM there and tell ME off?! Don't dish what you can't HANDLE, old man!"

It's a valid precaution, actually.