Is that how it works? If only! But fake!dad chuckles, followed by an exhale that empties into disappointment. Jecht tips the blade, but without any speed, at an angle, so Potato won't just tumble off.

'Sorry kiddo, no can do. Stopping him from that train's why I'm here, y'know?' 'nd you should get somewhere safer too. Go hide out 'til Chaos gets this sorted.'

There's a knot forming in Tidus's stomach, though he knew it would come to this. A discomfort in the hold of his shoulders, the apprehension of what's to come. But even so, if this is the way it's got to go...

"He's right." Unhappy as Tidus sounds to say it, and not just because he's agreeing with the old man. "Look- you go find someone else, alright? Let me take care of this. This is a...family thing."

Involving swords. And stuff.