The memory, or its impact, burrows itself into Tidus's own mind as a temporary company; not his experience, but at this moment it might as well be, its reasons and its consequence, the sickness that's Jingyi's, his.
He can't bury or dig it up, fling it out; he doesn't have that skill. He can only attempt to ignore it, or to let it settle and chew on it, continue despite its presence. Sparking in turn a memory not unlike it, but also far from the same. Manipulation. That's where the two come together, meet, and the thoughts are more vague, fearful, haunting: Chaos as the entity lingers as its reason, a smoky darkness where vague colours drift in and out, and faces of friends, loved ones, the gut-wrenching recollection of blade piercing Inigo--
Tidus pushes that down, deep deep deep. Wuxian, Jingyi, those are the people he has to think about, the way to the train. A way back, a way to right what's wrong, a way to keep surviving. Missing his lack of walking, but by now also not trusting to be able to find any solid surface even if Jingyi were to put him down -- don't risk it.
But the sight of Wuxian should hopefully be coming more into the view, where he is by the train, their return to whatever the space can be called. Safety, for everything damaging and risky about the voidcraft. But it is what it is, for the time being.
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He can't bury or dig it up, fling it out; he doesn't have that skill. He can only attempt to ignore it, or to let it settle and chew on it, continue despite its presence. Sparking in turn a memory not unlike it, but also far from the same. Manipulation. That's where the two come together, meet, and the thoughts are more vague, fearful, haunting: Chaos as the entity lingers as its reason, a smoky darkness where vague colours drift in and out, and faces of friends, loved ones, the gut-wrenching recollection of blade piercing Inigo--
Tidus pushes that down, deep deep deep. Wuxian, Jingyi, those are the people he has to think about, the way to the train. A way back, a way to right what's wrong, a way to keep surviving. Missing his lack of walking, but by now also not trusting to be able to find any solid surface even if Jingyi were to put him down -- don't risk it.
But the sight of Wuxian should hopefully be coming more into the view, where he is by the train, their return to whatever the space can be called. Safety, for everything damaging and risky about the voidcraft. But it is what it is, for the time being.