He should be thankful for this opportunity to put Piccolo's training to the test. Applying his energy into his attacks better than needing to build up to them, and now having real targets to take them out on, even if it's just the overgrowth. But it's hardly glamorous, and maybe--

maybe there is a reason for his silence. Never one to not find something to complain or chat about, Tidus keeps to his thoughts in a rare occurrence. Lingering somewhere on the subject that they left with, the one that entered his mind from that.

He doesn't even realise that he's being particularly quiet. A small 'huh?' escaping when Roland calls him out on it, and he isn't really sure why. Except- 'Penny for your thoughts?'

Tidus brings down the wild fringe of branches hanging low like weeping willows, gets distracted by the ones farther one. Clearing up the way, where more of the wild jungle waited. He pauses, a moment to finally speak up.

"Nah, I'm just..." he breathes, an exhale like a sigh. Does he say something? Anything? "Guess you just got me thinking about last days."

Last messages. But to admit that is too direct for him right now.