Did something he say strike a chord with Roland? Was it what he wanted to do with that letter in a bottle, his intentions not exactly the same as Roland's had been that day. Or was it? A message to reach someone.

Everyone had a story. A story of their lives. And Tidus would want to share his, even with a world about to die. A story that would reach no one, but at least it was told.

The hand as it comes is an unexpected one, and Tidus rolls his lips, tries not to read into it the way that his body wants to. Clears his throat as Roland continues to walk and talk, and decides to busy himself too.

"Out in a jungle? If we're talking about here... Why not find a good place to hang out? Somewhere with a better view. See if there's a beach or something. Take some friends and all the food and drink you want. I still have that mead on me, you know."

Since he doesn't exactly clear out his arms band before a mission -- why bother? He started cataloguing everything in his notebook for a reason. With half the junk hanging over the control panels already done with, Tidus decides to go for the last couple. Screw it, and screw being careful about where to force the call of magic to hit, small as the spell conjured. A spell of fire, not large enough to be a problem, but a small burst going off; snapping the vine off from itself and dropping to the floor, the smell of burnt planet filling the closed room.

"You wouldn't write a letter or something for Will again?" A pause, and, why just a letter? "I'll let you have the memory sphere I got."