For the tone that Roland commands, the demand of it to be paid attention, no allowance of a but--it gets Tidus, beginning to walk without thinking there was more to say, to stop. He turns back, looking at Roland for more than the couple of seconds he had when entering the dining car. Puzzled, unsure. Even once the items appear, their meaning lost to him at first.

--Except, they're their plan, the one for the platforms. The sight of them are foreign to see, though it clicks with Tidus now. Like a different lifetime, if in actuality, it was only a few weeks ago they were sat by the higgledy's fire, hushed by the night and the few trees surrounding them. To get in contact with the ministry and try and put a stop all this. To refuse to be dragged into the train's--or whoever's--plans more than they have.

He doesn't speak, doesn't move to accept them. Something startling in remembering the plan existed at all--that he was a part of it.