If Inigo hadn't spoken, he may have said no. Instead Tidus's mouth lingers open, ajar, not knowing what to say or where to go next. He only ever had Yuna to speak this to, and she thanked him. But yet... remembering Zanarkand, and everything that had to be lost. It had to be, didn't it? No one could... They couldn't...
"I didn't have a choice." There's a finality, a hopelessness in it: at a time when Spira had a hope it never did before, a true end to Sin, it wasn't without sacrifice. An end. An end of a people. An end to life. It was easier, if only to think he'd be going with them. But here he was, alive, living, seeing skies and beaches again, while the rest of the dreams still- were they resting? Or was the Farplane a lie? What did the end mean, really, once you gave up life...?
"But maybe-" he speaks again, slow pauses between his words, his head more filled, thoughts he can't keep straight, "--maybe I did... I... I don't know."
What he's speaking about, where the thought came; where it is his thoughts want to go. Tidus tips his head lower, eyes closing, meeting the arm across his knees to blot out the already low light. He wonders if he ever considered this back in Spira, sure that he did; but even thinking about it makes his mind want to shut down. What was he supposed to do? Tell everyone? What could they do? They had Sin to worry about, Sin came first.
There was no time for that. No time for second guessing.
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If Inigo hadn't spoken, he may have said no. Instead Tidus's mouth lingers open, ajar, not knowing what to say or where to go next. He only ever had Yuna to speak this to, and she thanked him. But yet... remembering Zanarkand, and everything that had to be lost. It had to be, didn't it? No one could... They couldn't...
"I didn't have a choice." There's a finality, a hopelessness in it: at a time when Spira had a hope it never did before, a true end to Sin, it wasn't without sacrifice. An end. An end of a people. An end to life. It was easier, if only to think he'd be going with them. But here he was, alive, living, seeing skies and beaches again, while the rest of the dreams still- were they resting? Or was the Farplane a lie? What did the end mean, really, once you gave up life...?
"But maybe-" he speaks again, slow pauses between his words, his head more filled, thoughts he can't keep straight, "--maybe I did... I... I don't know."
What he's speaking about, where the thought came; where it is his thoughts want to go. Tidus tips his head lower, eyes closing, meeting the arm across his knees to blot out the already low light. He wonders if he ever considered this back in Spira, sure that he did; but even thinking about it makes his mind want to shut down. What was he supposed to do? Tell everyone? What could they do? They had Sin to worry about, Sin came first.
There was no time for that. No time for second guessing.