Not quite a bottle, not quite a message rolled up from discarded pages of his journal, but the weight of it remains familiar. Roland swallows thickly and sees it for himself, the sphere in his hand, gripped tight. His head is bowed down, as if in reverence. Spheres all over Spira, huh? With tales from a father who thought it better to leave Tidus with this, and not the love his son wanted. The time.
Roland feels like he shouldn't be here. That he's done some great offense after all. He has, he knows it, but to whom, he isn't so sure anymore. And what would he want to say into this device from Spira - or Zanarkand - or both? That he's ready to give his life for his land? For William to live? For them to exchange roles; Roland to disappear and William to be reincarnated in a healthier body, a stronger one, to be the boy - the man - he was meant to become?
No. He only needs to see Tidus standing there, close but not quite, to know what he really wants to record into the sphere.
What would you do on your last day on earth? Son, I would stay with you until the end. I would read you your stories, and nothing would tear us apart ever again.
(That not a day goes by where Roland doesn't remember his kid, waiting, waiting...Maybe.)
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Not quite a bottle, not quite a message rolled up from discarded pages of his journal, but the weight of it remains familiar. Roland swallows thickly and sees it for himself, the sphere in his hand, gripped tight. His head is bowed down, as if in reverence. Spheres all over Spira, huh? With tales from a father who thought it better to leave Tidus with this, and not the love his son wanted. The time.
Roland feels like he shouldn't be here. That he's done some great offense after all. He has, he knows it, but to whom, he isn't so sure anymore. And what would he want to say into this device from Spira - or Zanarkand - or both? That he's ready to give his life for his land? For William to live? For them to exchange roles; Roland to disappear and William to be reincarnated in a healthier body, a stronger one, to be the boy - the man - he was meant to become?
No. He only needs to see Tidus standing there, close but not quite, to know what he really wants to record into the sphere.
What would you do on your last day on earth? Son, I would stay with you until the end. I would read you your stories, and nothing would tear us apart ever again.
(That not a day goes by where Roland doesn't remember his kid, waiting, waiting...Maybe.)
"Tidus."
The sphere disappears in his arms band.