"I get it."

He cuts Roland off, not wanting to hear what he says to say. No. He's found the words again somewhere from inside himself. Rising from that exchange, letting him remember who he's speaking to. The two of them in his room, the world and life Roland came from. All the sacrifices he took, the role of a leader, the responsibilities and expectations.

'They weren't going to take me seriously, baby faced and all and with long hair, so I got rid of it.'

"You're a leader. You'd do anything for the world you come from - for any of us." Anyone, anywhere; Roland's proven that plenty. Tidus's eyes meeting his, or where they would be, though fluttering somewhere lower on his face as well. "You wanna give him the perfect life. You're a good man for that. A good dad. You... I..."

But they settle back into his eyes, wanting to speak to him directly. No accusation, no force. The real meaning behind what he's been trying to say.

"Speak to him, the way you want. It doesn't need to be a sphere. But he'll never get tired of hearing you. I promise."