Inigo laughs - if not just because he's glad that the other is willing to go along in the mood, rather than further sinking back down into the reality of their situation.
"Alright, I'll entertain the idea," he says, throwing another shovel's worth of debris into the cart. A small rock rolls loose from the pile in front of him, but he easily pulls his foot aside before it can get hurt by it.
"What kind of game have we still not played yet?"
Because to Inigo it kind of feels like there's an infinity's worth of these games, by the way Tidus always talks about them. And he still hasn't gotten his mind wrapped around the idea just enough yet to be able to imagine what kind of other games there could even be out there.
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"Alright, I'll entertain the idea," he says, throwing another shovel's worth of debris into the cart. A small rock rolls loose from the pile in front of him, but he easily pulls his foot aside before it can get hurt by it.
"What kind of game have we still not played yet?"
Because to Inigo it kind of feels like there's an infinity's worth of these games, by the way Tidus always talks about them. And he still hasn't gotten his mind wrapped around the idea just enough yet to be able to imagine what kind of other games there could even be out there.