Watch as this body of bones flops around at the wiggle of shoulders. A complete and utter show of barely clinging to this world as a dramatic individual can get.

He should care more about being helped to move, but there's a lot that Tidus doesn't want to care about, such as: thinking.

Moving is automatic though, as long as Inigo's into that too.

"Yeah, yeah yeah yeahyeah." They're a mumble of words, let out just to answer, whatever that answer means. "Just leave my body in our room."

There's no hope for him left......................