There's the lightest scoff, a nick on the throat, more audible as Tidus speaks. "It wasn't that many. Jecht was Sin in less than a year - most of them were like travel logs. Someone going out and having a trip." He remarks wryly, "My old man was just how I remembered him. Taking everything in his stride - he was Yuna's dad's guardian, but you would have figured he wasn't in a world with Sin, the way he acted. But..."

But his tone dips, and he admits: "...he did change. The one he left me, spoke to me in - he... he was just telling me. To be good."

He makes that sound again. Harder, a huff, a chuckle short and dismissive. To hide how awkward it is, despite his slower delivery.

"He was never any good, talking about-" feelings. But the word won't come out, and Tidus continues, swerving away from it. "--It's not the same, with your kid. What you need to say to him. Even if you recorded anything..."

He exhales, shoulders stiff but falling, and he rubs the nape of his neck trying to say what he means without being able to fall too close to honesty. Knowing that he's trying to compare two lives, two difficult events that he shouldn't. Can't. What is Roland going to go back to? Will his son even...?

"I'm just thinking too much," he says, as a means to discard it half-heartedly. This awkward urge in him, to want for some kid he doesn't know to get what he did. To be reassured. Spoken words that any kid want to hear.

You're my son.

I believe in you.

Be good.