"Hey, don't misunderstand." Tidus speaks when the moment opens, though it's Roland trying to change the subject, a change that Tidus can't take. Not when he understands how his words must've sound out of his mouth, and Tidus raises his free hand in a 'hold it' motion. At least, a hold it to their conversation.

"--It's nothing like that." Nothing so morbid. "I mean, I was thinking... about messages," he finally admits. His head hangs some, but it doesn't keep dipped. There's the overgrowth to deal with, watching out in front of him, more than just the uneven ground.

"My old man, he left me a message in Spira. I found a few of them, going around...in those spheres I showed you. They lasted for ten years, left around. And..." his voice dips, eyes tilting aside. "...it was the first time I'd heard him in a while, talking to me. I was just thinking about it... and the message that Yuna wanted to leave too."

When she still planned to give her life for Spira. It's a strangely personal conversation, so far feels more...awkward, bizarre to be speaking about. To admit rather casually,

"I never made one."