"Isn't it tetherin'?" Hang on, is he getting all confused over this? "There's three tethers accordin' to the ministry, right?" He... doesn't remember them being named, but he knows there is one to the train per say, and he'd? thought that was what they were doing? Re-tethering the ones who had been badly un-tethered?
(He hates the fact that tethering is used in such a way, now how's he going to explain the tethers of his own world without having to jump through twenty hoops, he doesn't know-- but that's besides the point, and he's getting confused.)
"I think it's something like the train, the conscious an' the soul? So..." and here, he trails off, losing his confidence. This is far, far from his usual zone of comfort, but he cannot just... leave it be. "If the train's able t' do that-- t' anchor us to it even without us havin' a say... can't we make our own tethers? Find people an' things we can get tethered to, can chose t' be tethered to?"
Can he offer his hoard this way? It feels particularly dangerous and stupid now that he's said it aloud, something that might end up merging two people into one if they aren't careful-- Tidus had picked up his Common slang even though something as simple as anchoring; a tether? A tether might make it ten times worse.
Esteban huffs at himself, feeling the strain and sluggishness of his thoughts crawling back across his mind. Maybe he's just suggesting that because he's being an idiot. Maybe he's just offering this because he's scared-- he'd thought himself so much better already, only to realize he'd been covering his eyes so that he wouldn't see the dark. He's a horrible friend, really. Dragons are selfish creatures by nature.
Right.
"D'you know who might know? Or have some better idea 'bout the tethers?" Esteban... Esteban has an idea. It's not his brightest-- (he doesn't think he's had a bright idea in the last few days, maybe he should consider resting instead of doing stupid stuff like this over and over again?)-- but it's... it's an option he wants to follow. And the train is, if he's honest, probably the best source of information they actually could have over this.
No! WAIT!
He's doing the same thing again! This-- this! Blindness! Not again! Not. Again.
"Sorry." Dead guardians in a ditch, he's repeating the same pattern and not even realizing it; why is he so-- lost in his thoughts? He'd wanted to bring some cheer to his companion. He'd wanted, he'd wanted to fix things again without pausing to offer more. Offer help, offer a hand, a shoulder, a care. He does care for Tidus-- he does! But every time, it's like he thinks he could fix things for him right that moment when he can't.
He has to lean his head back against the wheels supporting them once more, breathing deeply of the steel and fog that surrounds them, the sharp metal tempered by the weak scent of things they cannot see. Stone and grey and nothingness and another deep breath helps slow him down again, enough that he scoots a little closer to the blond, leaning his shoulder against his. It's not much, but it's better than words, Esteban figures, especially since his words always end up scattering his thoughts twenty ways before he can truly offer comfort.
He keeps on saying exactly the wrong thing to Inigo, and he keeps on getting distracted when trying to help Tidus. Some friend he is.
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(He hates the fact that tethering is used in such a way, now how's he going to explain the tethers of his own world without having to jump through twenty hoops, he doesn't know-- but that's besides the point, and he's getting confused.)
"I think it's something like the train, the conscious an' the soul? So..." and here, he trails off, losing his confidence. This is far, far from his usual zone of comfort, but he cannot just... leave it be. "If the train's able t' do that-- t' anchor us to it even without us havin' a say... can't we make our own tethers? Find people an' things we can get tethered to, can chose t' be tethered to?"
Can he offer his hoard this way? It feels particularly dangerous and stupid now that he's said it aloud, something that might end up merging two people into one if they aren't careful-- Tidus had picked up his Common slang even though something as simple as anchoring; a tether? A tether might make it ten times worse.
Esteban huffs at himself, feeling the strain and sluggishness of his thoughts crawling back across his mind. Maybe he's just suggesting that because he's being an idiot. Maybe he's just offering this because he's scared-- he'd thought himself so much better already, only to realize he'd been covering his eyes so that he wouldn't see the dark. He's a horrible friend, really. Dragons are selfish creatures by nature.
Right.
"D'you know who might know? Or have some better idea 'bout the tethers?" Esteban... Esteban has an idea. It's not his brightest-- (he doesn't think he's had a bright idea in the last few days, maybe he should consider resting instead of doing stupid stuff like this over and over again?)-- but it's... it's an option he wants to follow. And the train is, if he's honest, probably the best source of information they actually could have over this.
No! WAIT!
He's doing the same thing again! This-- this! Blindness! Not again! Not. Again.
"Sorry." Dead guardians in a ditch, he's repeating the same pattern and not even realizing it; why is he so-- lost in his thoughts? He'd wanted to bring some cheer to his companion. He'd wanted, he'd wanted to fix things again without pausing to offer more. Offer help, offer a hand, a shoulder, a care. He does care for Tidus-- he does! But every time, it's like he thinks he could fix things for him right that moment when he can't.
He has to lean his head back against the wheels supporting them once more, breathing deeply of the steel and fog that surrounds them, the sharp metal tempered by the weak scent of things they cannot see. Stone and grey and nothingness and another deep breath helps slow him down again, enough that he scoots a little closer to the blond, leaning his shoulder against his. It's not much, but it's better than words, Esteban figures, especially since his words always end up scattering his thoughts twenty ways before he can truly offer comfort.
He keeps on saying exactly the wrong thing to Inigo, and he keeps on getting distracted when trying to help Tidus. Some friend he is.