It's a rush in every sense. Joining the circle, doing movement with your feet and legs that you don't have time to think about, you just have to move with it. And there's a heightened sense to it this time as Tidus joins in, carried in from the promise that led them into this dance. Tidus knows Inigo is one of the hands he holds, a glance taken at the other side, but he sees nothing, doesn't bother to even acknowledge the face of the other person, despite the moment he looked.

"Keep going!" He hears Inigo, but if Inigo hears him, who knows? The noise is as thunderous as the dance itself, and he's already squeezing Inigo's hand tighter through some attempt to help him go. He likes this - this joy, this mindlessness of movement. It's the most fun he's had since coming to this world, easy to get lost in.

--and they'll be getting lost. From each other, as the circle breaks, splitting to meet with new faces and new hands.

It goes, on and on, but they're never alone. There's always someone beside them to help keep them standing, going.