It's not possible, for Tidus to do everything he wants. Go in and get everyone, be there in person as much as he'd like. But it's fine; as long as they can get everyone, standing back by the Voidtrecker Express is still its own exhausting work: keeping the line back to the train present, but also aiding Lioriley in finding the guy they were searching for.
Danny.
He thinks about him, but for her, his image of the young man. A decent guy, ordinary-looking who you wouldn't think has the inability to pause once it comes down to business from how easy-going he seems otherwise. The different shades of the same figure he takes: the human, the ghost. Memories of them chatting, hanging out; a guy that Tidus trusts and respects in the way comrades do.
And there's the worry too, of the world that Lior will be heading into: a world of ghosts (which, in Tidus's mind, are taking on a rather unhuman form, because his inner brain is a sunday cartoon like that). That Danny will be throwing himself around in a fight in the worst possible scenario, he won't have anyone to help him, no one will be able to stick by his side.
...but there's the glimmer of a hope that the easy-going Danny is getting to be out, chilling, maybe going to school or hanging out with friends. Images accompany that, but they don't pretend to be of Danny's life - but of a different city, of what Tidus knows a simple life to be.
Hopefully, there's enough for Lioriley to grasp onto, to find Danny's tether and to go to him, and appear nearby to his person.
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Danny.
He thinks about him, but for her, his image of the young man. A decent guy, ordinary-looking who you wouldn't think has the inability to pause once it comes down to business from how easy-going he seems otherwise. The different shades of the same figure he takes: the human, the ghost. Memories of them chatting, hanging out; a guy that Tidus trusts and respects in the way comrades do.
And there's the worry too, of the world that Lior will be heading into: a world of ghosts (which, in Tidus's mind, are taking on a rather unhuman form, because his inner brain is a sunday cartoon like that). That Danny will be throwing himself around in a fight in the worst possible scenario, he won't have anyone to help him, no one will be able to stick by his side.
...but there's the glimmer of a hope that the easy-going Danny is getting to be out, chilling, maybe going to school or hanging out with friends. Images accompany that, but they don't pretend to be of Danny's life - but of a different city, of what Tidus knows a simple life to be.
Hopefully, there's enough for Lioriley to grasp onto, to find Danny's tether and to go to him, and appear nearby to his person.