"You're right." Roland answers, smiling but its empty of joy. He's stuck in a memory - a Memory Lane - and he can't get out. For a minute, the mission is forgotten totally. They're not in a jungle, either of them. They're somewhere, on a beach sending messages, or in Spira catching spheres with tales of another man's life. Another father who failed, and only wanted to do what was right, at whatever cost that warranted.

"I'd give William the world." And he tried to, god knows he did everything he could to ensure his life without Roland would be one of comfort. Of love and adoration. That the bills he passed for a decade only meant to serve kids like him a better tomorrow, a future to look forward to. That he would visit him secretly, in the middle of the night as he slept, alone in a ward with only the beeping of monitors to keep him company; I hope I'm doing right by you, champ. I hope daddy is making you proud.

"But, well. We all know where that led me, right? Heh." The laugh too, is empty of mirth. He looks around, in in that moment he returns to reality. A humid jungle, with the sky to remind him of home. The silence that drapes over them is thick, a blanket that forces them under the same veil. And again, he tries. Roland is always trying, even with people like Tidus who he would have failed too, had things turned out differently.

"I'm sorry." He says, a little more assertively, with emotion forthcoming. "I'm sorry Jecht could only give you spheres to remember him by. You...you deserved more."

Just like Will. Kids who deserved more than just the love from their father's shadow.