When the illusion finally dissipates, the core cracked and itself disappearing, Tidus is rushing over to Inigo. Nevermind the ache in his limbs, it's not the worst he's suffered, and so it doesn't delay him from coming beside his friend, a hand coming on his back.

"You first. You did good." He rubs Inigo's back, slow and comforting. "You need a heal?"

He'll get out a potion if he agrees to one, rather than use his own magic, head a foggy mess after a spell that hasn't been flexed as much, now getting a workout. Offer following it, or even if a boost is declined-

"...Thanks." For being there. For fighting for me. "I...didn't want to see him go."

It's stupid, but he admits it; will, at least to Inigo. The stupidity that was holding him back. But also, to be fighting his father with his true face...