It's like sparring, only the strike of images and emotions and memories spark tangents, ones that aren't defined by what Tidus is sharing (involuntary, Jingyi is only somewhat better with navigating from years of cultivation training, but Tidus is within those structures and barriers, commingled), but that spark off them: Inigo, sparring; Inigo, crying; Tidus and Inigo laughing; the sound of water falling, crashing down in darkness with countless stars spanning overhead. A sense of these all being true things, in whatever over maelstrom it's been emotionally, and an echo of Inigo's voice, something said on platform,
We're basically halfway to ending up like the people who disappeared, right? ... maybe the tether snapping will happen first if it does manage to leave. Then we'd just.. be gone.
With the flat refusal for that to be true for any of them, and that equally certain need that Tidus/Inigo/those without homes need soil to root in, that Inigo/Taiki/those with heartbreaking realities need to be fought alongside, that all of them matter, and oh.
Recognition, of Wei Wuxian, and there they are, stepping out of whatever space wasn't space so much as intention, as a concept given form for their senses, to this Voidtrecker Express, who had so rudely (feel this keenly, down the whole goddamn line) thrown them out, cast them out, exiled them, and for nothing.
Setting Tidus down is more of unslinging him from over a shoulder so that his feet can find floor, even as Jingyi is limed by golden light, disappearing, to have his own rendezvous with the luggage carriage.
(How is this different, he will ask, for being spiritually resurrected?)
(How is this different from having been at least halfway dead? Ah, but the luggage carriage, and not inside the trunks... for now. Perhaps. Perhaps.)
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We're basically halfway to ending up like the people who disappeared, right? ... maybe the tether snapping will happen first if it does manage to leave. Then we'd just.. be gone.
With the flat refusal for that to be true for any of them, and that equally certain need that Tidus/Inigo/those without homes need soil to root in, that Inigo/Taiki/those with heartbreaking realities need to be fought alongside, that all of them matter, and oh.
Recognition, of Wei Wuxian, and there they are, stepping out of whatever space wasn't space so much as intention, as a concept given form for their senses, to this Voidtrecker Express, who had so rudely (feel this keenly, down the whole goddamn line) thrown them out, cast them out, exiled them, and for nothing.
Setting Tidus down is more of unslinging him from over a shoulder so that his feet can find floor, even as Jingyi is limed by golden light, disappearing, to have his own rendezvous with the luggage carriage.
(How is this different, he will ask, for being spiritually resurrected?)
(How is this different from having been at least halfway dead? Ah, but the luggage carriage, and not inside the trunks... for now. Perhaps. Perhaps.)