Tidus listens, getting it; maybe getting it better than his question would have had it sound like. Scoffing, but just at himself, digging into the wiring of the bot. Trying to find a place to tug them out without damaging any part.

"It sucks," he says; stating the obvious, saying nothing new. "What are you supposed to do? Nothing wrong in falling for someone."

Even if you know it can't be forever -- even if you know the risks. Tidus's hands find the joint of the limb he's messing with, trying to break it apart with just his fingers, seeing how far he'll get.

"Think the worst part is knowing they didn't choose to go."