All that I have loved, is lost. Roland...Tell me. What great wrong did I do to deserve this? Was it in surrendering to love that I erred? Or in accepting a crown of which I was not worthy?
When the lightning strikes, Roland is there to receive it. When Tidus comes at him with a force he hasn't seen before, he accepts it. There is no shying away from it. He takes it with wide eyes, his mouth partially open, and he listens.
It is a story Tidus tells him; a tale that fills in the gaps, answers some questions that have gone by day after day without resolution. If Tidus's goal was to wreak the shores, then he has succeeded. Something else rings in Roland's ears, as he stares unrelenting into the eyes of one so young but is filled with so much pain. It's Roland's voice. From another time, another place.
And then the tide of history comes and sweeps it all away. My country was swept away, too.
The only difference was Roland did what he could. He gave his whole life to the cause. He played the part of the once eager young man who just wanted to save. But he failed in the end, and even then it haunts him. Even then, he is in a constant state of running away from the shadows.
So how much more painful could it be for someone like Tidus - Tidus, the blitzball ace, the pro, the champion, the quarterback - to carry such a weight on his shoulders? How heavy was the heart that hid the truth? To live with the responsibility of countless people, now lost? Of the Zanarkand which he didn't know, was already long gone, the city Tidus speaks so fondly of? The home that is emblazoned on his team name? Found in the earrings he wears, the ball he had just used to defeat a troll?
"..."
You can't beat back the tide. And so it rolled in.
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When the lightning strikes, Roland is there to receive it. When Tidus comes at him with a force he hasn't seen before, he accepts it. There is no shying away from it. He takes it with wide eyes, his mouth partially open, and he listens.
It is a story Tidus tells him; a tale that fills in the gaps, answers some questions that have gone by day after day without resolution. If Tidus's goal was to wreak the shores, then he has succeeded. Something else rings in Roland's ears, as he stares unrelenting into the eyes of one so young but is filled with so much pain. It's Roland's voice. From another time, another place.
And then the tide of history comes and sweeps it all away. My country was swept away, too.
The only difference was Roland did what he could. He gave his whole life to the cause. He played the part of the once eager young man who just wanted to save. But he failed in the end, and even then it haunts him. Even then, he is in a constant state of running away from the shadows.
So how much more painful could it be for someone like Tidus - Tidus, the blitzball ace, the pro, the champion, the quarterback - to carry such a weight on his shoulders? How heavy was the heart that hid the truth? To live with the responsibility of countless people, now lost? Of the Zanarkand which he didn't know, was already long gone, the city Tidus speaks so fondly of? The home that is emblazoned on his team name? Found in the earrings he wears, the ball he had just used to defeat a troll?
"..."
You can't beat back the tide. And so it rolled in.