The moment the VoidTrecker calls out to them, Esteban is up, listening, straining to hear if anything they have done in the last few days has even made a dent into its-- their-- unwavering distance. This is how you help.
The relief that floods him is staggering, releasing a coil of tension that had been wound tighter and tighter as time went on, as Esteban suggested each and every stupid, reckless, foolish idea that passed through his thoughts. He still feels lost and a little sideways, but there is progress, there is an offer, and with Kaiba having already warned them of the anchoring, Esteban is more than ready to try, to go, to reach out to the friends that he's lost and hold them close, and tight and bring them home.
He's not even the one who suffered the most, know that a lot more experienced Treckers had lost friends and family that they had built upon for months, see even years, but Esteban always got far too attached, far too quickly, and the threat of losing so much again had ripped holes back open where he'd learned to thread lightly. They still shift underfoot, the structure unsteady, but Esteban has a goal, now, has an option now, and he holds onto these tightly as he pushes the chasm of his past aside.
Later. Later, later later, most definitely not now.
He spots Tidus first; of course he does. The last few days have been... rough, on them both, and there had been comfort in the blond, even though Esteban's not sure he's managed to help him back even half as much as he'd been helped. He's still kicking himself for his deviation in the greenhouse, how he'd gotten so stubborn and narrowminded at something to do that he had blinded himself to Tidus' pain, had talked over his sorrow of how to fix things. Promising things that... weren't his to promise.
But they have now. They can fix it now, please, he just wants to make sure they're all safe, he is a dragon and even though it's just shards of it, some of his hoard is missing and that can't do, that won't do, he would rip the moons apart and fight the twelve God Eaters to bring them back home.
"Sunshine!" He's beaming though, buoyed by the announcement, gathering the relief and the hope close as he jogs up to the blond, and, oops-- goes to give him a quick hug.
"You ready?" There's not even a doubt in Esteban's mind that they're going, they'll be reaching out, because he may not know as many people as Tidus does-- (seriously, how does he keep track of them all? Esteban is a social butterfly, but the blond is always with everyone and the half-elf can't even phantom how he manages to be at ten places at once.) --but he does know Tidus and care for him, so wherever-- whoever Tidus is going to save, Esteban will be right there to help him along.
There are people that he wants to save too, and he hopes Tidus is going to cooperate as well, because Esteban is just short of tossing himself into the fog, tethers be damned, but he knows logically that it is not the right choice. It's still... a struggle. But not one that needs to be shared.
Preparing
The relief that floods him is staggering, releasing a coil of tension that had been wound tighter and tighter as time went on, as Esteban suggested each and every stupid, reckless, foolish idea that passed through his thoughts. He still feels lost and a little sideways, but there is progress, there is an offer, and with Kaiba having already warned them of the anchoring, Esteban is more than ready to try, to go, to reach out to the friends that he's lost and hold them close, and tight and bring them home.
He's not even the one who suffered the most, know that a lot more experienced Treckers had lost friends and family that they had built upon for months, see even years, but Esteban always got far too attached, far too quickly, and the threat of losing so much again had ripped holes back open where he'd learned to thread lightly. They still shift underfoot, the structure unsteady, but Esteban has a goal, now, has an option now, and he holds onto these tightly as he pushes the chasm of his past aside.
Later. Later, later later, most definitely not now.
He spots Tidus first; of course he does. The last few days have been... rough, on them both, and there had been comfort in the blond, even though Esteban's not sure he's managed to help him back even half as much as he'd been helped. He's still kicking himself for his deviation in the greenhouse, how he'd gotten so stubborn and narrowminded at something to do that he had blinded himself to Tidus' pain, had talked over his sorrow of how to fix things. Promising things that... weren't his to promise.
But they have now. They can fix it now, please, he just wants to make sure they're all safe, he is a dragon and even though it's just shards of it, some of his hoard is missing and that can't do, that won't do, he would rip the moons apart and fight the twelve God Eaters to bring them back home.
"Sunshine!" He's beaming though, buoyed by the announcement, gathering the relief and the hope close as he jogs up to the blond, and, oops-- goes to give him a quick hug.
"You ready?" There's not even a doubt in Esteban's mind that they're going, they'll be reaching out, because he may not know as many people as Tidus does-- (seriously, how does he keep track of them all? Esteban is a social butterfly, but the blond is always with everyone and the half-elf can't even phantom how he manages to be at ten places at once.) --but he does know Tidus and care for him, so wherever-- whoever Tidus is going to save, Esteban will be right there to help him along.
There are people that he wants to save too, and he hopes Tidus is going to cooperate as well, because Esteban is just short of tossing himself into the fog, tethers be damned, but he knows logically that it is not the right choice. It's still... a struggle. But not one that needs to be shared.