It amounts to keeping the woman whole in his mind, to keep her clear in it. The figure of her, the collection of memories he has; a few handfuls, but he grasps onto them, keeping them threaded together, seeing as well from her point of view while reminding himself of where he is.
Tidus thinks about Clef - sitting in the library upon his rock, teaching him calmly, almost comically so, Tidus's own state flustered or confused by his tasks - and about his son too, Link. A guy he barely knows, but this place where they all are, he wonders - are they okay? Is their world okay?
There's so many tragic worlds, and Tidus can't help but worry what Leia will see. Is this world, wherever they are, a good place? While acknowledging too, that there's nowhere ever really perfect.
(And feeling sad either way, to be taking them away from living like a family--wanting people to have the opportunities he didn't, himself. There's so many things one thinks, feels, without realising it.)
roaming - for a clef (and co) rescue?
Tidus thinks about Clef - sitting in the library upon his rock, teaching him calmly, almost comically so, Tidus's own state flustered or confused by his tasks - and about his son too, Link. A guy he barely knows, but this place where they all are, he wonders - are they okay? Is their world okay?
There's so many tragic worlds, and Tidus can't help but worry what Leia will see. Is this world, wherever they are, a good place? While acknowledging too, that there's nowhere ever really perfect.
(And feeling sad either way, to be taking them away from living like a family--wanting people to have the opportunities he didn't, himself. There's so many things one thinks, feels, without realising it.)