Tidus hums, digging the tip of his blade into the ground. Taking a moment not exactly to catch his breath, but let himself see how he feels after a swing like that.

"It's because a guy on the train killed a girl with one of his swords," Tidus explains levelly. "I don't think a dagger or another weapon's gonna make a difference to ask for - 'least, if you're going to argue for anything." He shrugs, tilting his head with it.

"I asked about trading in weapons for some money on the last mission so we could get some gear for Blue Team, but he wasn't comfortable 'bout that either. Piccolo's got a soft spot for kids..."