The idea of hanging out in the jungle isn't unappealing either. The beach may be Tidus's comfort zone, but Roland wonders out loud, "What about a treehouse? Wait for the nighttime to come, and stare at this planet's stars? Sounds good too." Watch for the end. Wait till it comes and make your peace.

He starts clearing out more overgrowth until he meets poisonous shrubs known only by how brightly colored they are compared to the rest. Or how porous they look, eerie and disturbing the more he stares. So he summons fire from higgledies, not quite the boss, but smaller ones to do the job of setting it in spark. The smell mixes with Tidus's own magic spell, and surprisingly from his end, is not entirely too unpleasant. It reveals more wires, leading up to more panels, and it's definitely a mess he's not looking forward to fixing after the weed whacking.

He's not looking forward to answering this, either. Not because of who asks, but because - because it's -

"No. What I sent that day is fine. Save your sphere." And that's all he says about it, sheathing his sword by his hip and inspecting the closest panel that's been cleared of jungle and flora. Finger under his chin, humming under his breath. "Looks like this is our bad boy for the station. That's way too many wires that need to be redirected..."