[ Is this helping? Either of them? Tidus would be glad to hear Inigo not as torn up as he was seconds before, but he's still sinking deep into that dawning realisation, the recognition, not thinking about any particular thing he said but knowing he said things.

Why. Why did this have to happen. He keeps his hands where they are even as the stars appear in the black, the dull ache of it. Only slipping as he hears Inigo start to mention Yuki, and no, he doesn't have to--

But there it is. That expression erring back on the edge of a pit. The pain easing from his eyes. ]

Inigo. [ Straightforward. Asking. Hands come down on Inigo's shoulders, patting them. Tidus takes a breath. ]

Do you want to go and find a lot of robots to destroy with me so we can put this whole thing behind us.

[ The whole last few hours. The now. This entire horrible, horrible conversation. ]

Please?