Roland is following a thread, either of his own making or one that he's found and engrossed by. Talks of the war and the kingdom skirmish; Tidus tries to follow him, find himself on the same thread, but knows he isn't anywhere close. A silence drifting in once Roland follows and he fails to know what it is he should say, so he pretends to fiddle with the book on his lap some, taking away his notebook and closing both.

"What do you want?" he asks eventually, uncertainty clear in his tone. Like a kid that doesn't know what to do, but knows there's a expectation placed on them.