There's more that needs to be said. Another tale, a tale of his father, not told from the misery of a kid and instead, the fairer picture he wants to paint. Not that of a perfect dad- but what is that? But he wants to give him a better memory in the people he shares him with. A bastard, but his bastard - the stubborn figure of a man that wanted to see him. Holding onto the last memory of him, eyes filled with animosity, tears waiting to fall. His connection to his humanity.

A man he loves. A mother too. Waiting... ever closer than they ever were before.

But there's no spur to fight on to speak again. It'll be a talk for another time and day, when the heat doesn't make his thoughts slip so easily from him, mix them into a mess that won't blend.

Tidus takes backup his own sword and moves forward, catching up with Roland to get on with the job.