It's a genuine admission of guilt, if only for the fact that it's dawned on him at last; Tidus shouldn't have had to be asked such a question at all. His movement slows and he's at a slight loss of how to turn such a thing around, how to tell him it's okay not to think about that reality for now. It was just an ice breaker, a question meant to be ironic given how much on Nion reminded Roland of a destroyed earth. Selfish, he was being selfish. Tidus's last day was technically every day on this train, wasn't it? But Roland won't believe that either, refuses it, wants differently for him. Wants him to stay, as he had asked him to on that platform.
He shakes his head. The sword in his grip lowers, but the branches have yet to be cleared from their path.
"Listen, forget about it okay? Let's talk about something else. That was a pretty good answer anyway. Going to the beach, having a game." Except he'd rather not have him send messages in bottles, no not that. Roland offers him a small smile that disappears as soon as he flashes it, and tries to cut the foliage one more time. It works and they're free to move forward again.
"How're the other teams doing? Before you popped in to help Purple?" He adds, his attempt decent. Tense, but not willing to go back to that.
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It's a genuine admission of guilt, if only for the fact that it's dawned on him at last; Tidus shouldn't have had to be asked such a question at all. His movement slows and he's at a slight loss of how to turn such a thing around, how to tell him it's okay not to think about that reality for now. It was just an ice breaker, a question meant to be ironic given how much on Nion reminded Roland of a destroyed earth. Selfish, he was being selfish. Tidus's last day was technically every day on this train, wasn't it? But Roland won't believe that either, refuses it, wants differently for him. Wants him to stay, as he had asked him to on that platform.
He shakes his head. The sword in his grip lowers, but the branches have yet to be cleared from their path.
"Listen, forget about it okay? Let's talk about something else. That was a pretty good answer anyway. Going to the beach, having a game." Except he'd rather not have him send messages in bottles, no not that. Roland offers him a small smile that disappears as soon as he flashes it, and tries to cut the foliage one more time. It works and they're free to move forward again.
"How're the other teams doing? Before you popped in to help Purple?" He adds, his attempt decent. Tense, but not willing to go back to that.