Tidus appears near hera with the best landing he's been capable of so far: kneeling, a small lurch that he manages to stop from toppling over with by letting his body stop to a crouch. It's still- disorienting. The multiple of realities melting together and yet feeling so distinct, too distinct, while keeping his attention on Hera's tether, her light. The woman (or-- lady?) of space, with a crew she cares about, a rebellion she was fighting for; the one who tries to keep everything together on and off the train, the one who wants to guide over others.

It's dizzying, but Tidus doesn't know if the swirling is coming from behind his eyes or in his own brain. Feels Romeo lurking there in the distance back of his mind, and he hears Hera's welcome.

"Hey." He gives it back, but he opens his eyes; but he does eventually, standing slowly, or trying to, but with something of a waver before he keeps his balance.

"The train -- it didn't work." It's not much of an explanation, but he's just got here, doesn't even know what's going on around him, which he looks at next before returning his gaze onto Hera.