He wants to start a fight. It's a first--to have a hold of this frustration, an emotion he hasn't been able to grasp in weeks. For the most part he's been empty, even in the times that Roland spoke to him before. Scared, fearful; but if anything has come from this mission, it's been--a lot. A lot happening, from the attack of the wolf, to nearly losing Taiki and Saku. Like a jolt that's woken him some, though it hasn't made much of the different.

But now, the clamped tension in his ribcage isn't just wanting him to shrink away. But his thoughts are just as scattered, loose. Of course Roland doesn't understand. Why should he? He doesn't know anything. Tidus rocks on his feet with an urge to start pacing, trying to formulate words.

"You shouldn't trust me." There's an edge there, a frantic growing note. "I keep telling you--I'm not the guy you think I am. I don't deserve it!"

There, he finally does pace, if just by a few steps, turning in a side profile from Roland. His hands fisting properly, and his emotions only becoming more erratic.