[ His expression is wry. ] A spa, because we're all tired? [ As if it was that considerate. ]

[ But Roland's expression does fall significantly at the talk of the clock. His arms grow tighter against his chest, clearly displeased. ] So what, the train just wasted my points to mess with us? Fully-functional clock, my foot. I'm sorry, Tidus. I didn't mean to get your hopes up.