The energy changes when Tidus begins to spurt out details - too many details, Roland thinks immediately, his mind already racing to follow. With a composed breath, a brief yet deep inhale, he turns back around with arms crossed over his chest as if nothing happened. Poised to catch whatever either of them miss, whether it was in Inigo's attempt to smoothen the twist in the situation or the words that flow out of Tidus's mouth so naturally, so desperately.
So be it, he said to himself, and that was what he was going to do. He did promise Tidus earlier in the mission he'd take risks. That he's in.
At the drop of the beat, Roland takes a step forward and dovetails quickly. His voice is low and calm, though it was nowhere near close to the veil of nonchalance he assumed before, play-acting to gauge trust.
"Sorry about earlier. You can imagine we're cautious for a reason." He says. "What the two of them are saying is true...Though I might be able to frame it a bit better for you, so you can understand it fully." Please. His hand gestures in a closed fist, gripped tight to emphasize the mood. Eyes on Anan and nowhere else. Conviction he wears on his shoulders, like a second skin.
"We are indeed, the unwilling passengers on the train... The Voidtrecker Express." Roland finally adds, quantifies. "But none of us remember signing up to be void missionaries. We come and go in cycles, just as Tidus said, and we have no way of knowing our real purpose or how to untether ourselves safely from the vehicle. All attempts to communicate with the conductor of the train are met with silence. The void ministry seems to see the voidcraft as a rogue, a potential threat, though the people riding it are far from it. And we're eager to prove that, if given a chance."
He swallows thickly. "I guess you could say that we're effectively hostages, Anan. That's the long and short of it. This planet is just one of many planets we're sent to assist with just our wits about us." He shares a glance with the two by his side. A pause on Roland's end, as he returns to gauge the woman with a sharp eye, hoping this gamble would pay off in spades.
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So be it, he said to himself, and that was what he was going to do. He did promise Tidus earlier in the mission he'd take risks. That he's in.
At the drop of the beat, Roland takes a step forward and dovetails quickly. His voice is low and calm, though it was nowhere near close to the veil of nonchalance he assumed before, play-acting to gauge trust.
"Sorry about earlier. You can imagine we're cautious for a reason." He says. "What the two of them are saying is true...Though I might be able to frame it a bit better for you, so you can understand it fully." Please. His hand gestures in a closed fist, gripped tight to emphasize the mood. Eyes on Anan and nowhere else. Conviction he wears on his shoulders, like a second skin.
"We are indeed, the unwilling passengers on the train... The Voidtrecker Express." Roland finally adds, quantifies. "But none of us remember signing up to be void missionaries. We come and go in cycles, just as Tidus said, and we have no way of knowing our real purpose or how to untether ourselves safely from the vehicle. All attempts to communicate with the conductor of the train are met with silence. The void ministry seems to see the voidcraft as a rogue, a potential threat, though the people riding it are far from it. And we're eager to prove that, if given a chance."
He swallows thickly. "I guess you could say that we're effectively hostages, Anan. That's the long and short of it. This planet is just one of many planets we're sent to assist with just our wits about us." He shares a glance with the two by his side. A pause on Roland's end, as he returns to gauge the woman with a sharp eye, hoping this gamble would pay off in spades.