Tidus doesn't know the purpose of any of this. The visions, this place; was it all planned? Some lesson they had to learn or--whatever?

He doesn't know, and he doesn't care, hands gripped into tight fists. It's not hard to see Romeo, heart turning as heavy as stone. Tidus walks over to where he's curled into himself and sits down beside him, wrapping an arm over his shoulders and tucking him beside him for comfort.

"Y'wanna go back down?"