Tidus was never sure what Elidibus would be returning to. There's a lot there for anyone - to ask about their worlds, their lives - that's personal, that really isn't anyone's business, unless it seems worth to bring it up. And Elidibus is old enough and reserved enough where it's not been a question for Tidus.
It was always likely to be something big, though. The end of a god - a pretty big thing, if Tidus's learnt anything about gods.
He listens without interrupting. The curious and ignorant expression worn coming tighter, a frown pulling on his mouth as his brows slant, yet come close, too. Uncertainty, but there's an obvious struggle, a desperation present. An end of life.
Eyes follow to the SCA lifted, Tidus's own hands rested in his lap, his SCA exposed - as always - on his right wrist. He wants to say sorry, but it's difficult, despite the sympathy showing clear on his face. Elidibus made his choice, and it's not something he would have wanted apologies for, were it him. But his fingers lace, and if there's anything he can say...
"If there's a will, there's a way." Tidus looks up at Elidibus, the pulled frown heavy on his mouth tugging at the edges upwards, just some. "They'll give it their all, too. I'm sure of it."
Blind faith, belief, but why not when it meant so much?
"...sucks being dead though, huh." It's awkard, morbid, but even Tidus's face is sheepish, his thumbs twiddling a little as he tries to make it lighthearted, not sure if he'll hit his mark. "Dying, and then showing up here? Cramped halls, no sky... somewhere with a sea would be nicer. Or a big library, with a bunch of books?"
Because Elidibus would like a really big library with a bunch of books, right.
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It was always likely to be something big, though. The end of a god - a pretty big thing, if Tidus's learnt anything about gods.
He listens without interrupting. The curious and ignorant expression worn coming tighter, a frown pulling on his mouth as his brows slant, yet come close, too. Uncertainty, but there's an obvious struggle, a desperation present. An end of life.
Eyes follow to the SCA lifted, Tidus's own hands rested in his lap, his SCA exposed - as always - on his right wrist. He wants to say sorry, but it's difficult, despite the sympathy showing clear on his face. Elidibus made his choice, and it's not something he would have wanted apologies for, were it him. But his fingers lace, and if there's anything he can say...
"If there's a will, there's a way." Tidus looks up at Elidibus, the pulled frown heavy on his mouth tugging at the edges upwards, just some. "They'll give it their all, too. I'm sure of it."
Blind faith, belief, but why not when it meant so much?
"...sucks being dead though, huh." It's awkard, morbid, but even Tidus's face is sheepish, his thumbs twiddling a little as he tries to make it lighthearted, not sure if he'll hit his mark. "Dying, and then showing up here? Cramped halls, no sky... somewhere with a sea would be nicer. Or a big library, with a bunch of books?"
Because Elidibus would like a really big library with a bunch of books, right.