Rejoice, there's one Tidus - sopping wet, a sight to behold, regardless of how he (and Madoka) must appear to the people who don't usually walk around with either blond or pink hair. This might be some weird anchoring rescue session, but he feels dragged down by the weight of the water in his clothes. Ugh.

But this really isn't the time, is it? And he hears Wei Wuxian's directions, a small dismissive motion to that offer of blame. Nothing said, but felt; why blame Wuxian uselessly, than just to tell him what's going on directly, like he said?

"You're not in your body, right? You're still connected to the train - and we don't know what'll happen if you lose it. Nothing good."

That, Tidus is fairly sure of. It's not something he wants any of them to find out, nor the implications of being negative on lost tethers means for those they've lost plenty times before this. The people who've left the train unwillingly. He looks up to the sky, just because he can; just because it's outdoors, and he's felt like a caged rat for days.

But he looks back down and at Jiang Cheng, expression concerning, stern.

"We're sorry, but - we need to figure out another way to get you back."