Tidus doesn't care about the change of plans. He'll follow without argument, until they get where they need to, the sky no less ominous and looming above the heads. Inigo just as quiet, but he feels him anyway; just as he does Inigo, the emotions lingering across their connections.

But as they finally come to their destination - one he now sees with the statues of people, the sight not as unfamiliar as he'd prefer - there's a hard lump in his throat. But he nods, swallows against it.

"Okay."

He raises the spray, and spreads it in a zig-zag motion from head to legs. If it works, the main portion sprayed should start to already crack, spreading out finally crumble most of the front.