"Taiki's right," Tidus speaks up, looking towards Inigo, his face pulled into an uneasiness display than any particular emotion usually worn. "You're not pathetic."

After all that they've spoken about lately, after all the time they've known each other, it would be have been spoken more loudly, firm. And while there is a firm quality, it's soft, a refusal to the self-deprecation before them.

Tidus brings his head back down, not quite looking out to the sea. Just somewhere else, his shoulders heaving on a breath.

"You don't need to talk about anything," he says, to the both of them, "but-- ..." But. It takes him a second. "... You two... can talk, too. When you're ready. If you want to."

Another pause. "...but I know, it's not always easy to."

There's just some subjects that are... impossible.