Crap. He's good. This would have been a lot easier if he'd be an easier opponent to fight, but it's not like just any fighter can block both Inigo's swing and then also Tidus's swing coming from an entirely different direction.

Not to mention the man is already coming for him. It's too late after recovering to try and get out of the way, so Inigo instead just raises his sword, parrying the hit as well as he can. It's a bit more difficult than usually, given the size of Jecht's sword, but Inigo holds firm.

"You think it's fun, making things harder for Tidus like this?"

He knows the words don't matter. It's just an illusion, but-- Inigo can't help it. He's so done with this. He's so done with people dying and people hurting. He's so done with all of them having to face frustrating things over and over and over, without any of them having chosen this. He's done watching his friends get hurt.

"You think he hasn't been through enough yet?!"