Tidus winces too, to see the sparks fly. Does he dare intervene? Not at all. His mind a blank the second he sees a hint of exposed wiring, and now is no different -- especially this time. Tidus takes a step back, giving Roland all the room and more he needs.
"Alright," he relents without a fight, more wary in the job itself than Roland's choice. But he'll leave the space for now, and play scout. Ten minutes. He thinks too late to bother with the SCA for a literal timer, and Roland will have to put up with it if Tidus comes back sooner than those requested ten minutes. But there's reason for Tidus to give Roland time, more than any sentries crawling out from the green to come bother him as he does a lazy walk around the station.
'What would you do if it was your last day?'
There's nothing heavy to make out of it. Last days--Tidus has always been aware of it, ticking without a number he can see. He'll leave this train, and that'll be that, as far as he's concerned. Nothing to keep him present, a second chance he never really deserved. That was never the point of his presence. But what waits for Roland and his son, his life? Why can't it be different for him? The both of them. Why can't there be a better future waiting for them, even with the misery that does too?
( 'He was always talking about going home, to Zanarkand,' Auron told him, the sphere still balanced in his hands; a memento forgotten and waiting for ten years. 'That's why he took all those pictures -- to show them to you when he returned.
'But as he journeyed with us and came to understand Spira, and Braska's resolve... It happened gradually, but Jecht changed. He decided he would join Braska in his fight against Sin.'
'So then, he gave up going home?' he had asked.
'That was his decision,' Auron replied. )
Was it pointless? To offer Roland to do the same that Jecht started to, just for them both the find themselves in the same place? Where one's life needs to be put on hold to put their full attention on the immediate. On even getting back to Will in the first place, to the kingdom that separates him from his son. The tragedy that may be waiting for him.
Tidus wanders back into the station, not a full ten minutes later, but perhaps longer than his patience would usually be credited. No dead old men in here, are there--
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"Alright," he relents without a fight, more wary in the job itself than Roland's choice. But he'll leave the space for now, and play scout. Ten minutes. He thinks too late to bother with the SCA for a literal timer, and Roland will have to put up with it if Tidus comes back sooner than those requested ten minutes. But there's reason for Tidus to give Roland time, more than any sentries crawling out from the green to come bother him as he does a lazy walk around the station.
There's nothing heavy to make out of it. Last days--Tidus has always been aware of it, ticking without a number he can see. He'll leave this train, and that'll be that, as far as he's concerned. Nothing to keep him present, a second chance he never really deserved. That was never the point of his presence. But what waits for Roland and his son, his life? Why can't it be different for him? The both of them. Why can't there be a better future waiting for them, even with the misery that does too?
( 'He was always talking about going home, to Zanarkand,' Auron told him, the sphere still balanced in his hands; a memento forgotten and waiting for ten years. 'That's why he took all those pictures -- to show them to you when he returned.
'But as he journeyed with us and came to understand Spira, and Braska's resolve... It happened gradually, but Jecht changed. He decided he would join Braska in his fight against Sin.'
'So then, he gave up going home?' he had asked.
'That was his decision,' Auron replied. )
Was it pointless? To offer Roland to do the same that Jecht started to, just for them both the find themselves in the same place? Where one's life needs to be put on hold to put their full attention on the immediate. On even getting back to Will in the first place, to the kingdom that separates him from his son. The tragedy that may be waiting for him.
Tidus wanders back into the station, not a full ten minutes later, but perhaps longer than his patience would usually be credited. No dead old men in here, are there--