[ He listens in silence, but immediately recognizes the wavelength in which Tidus rides. A memento to remember what was once lost, what has been left behind and brought up to a reminder. If Roland thinks he might not have a chance, what more Tidus? Zanarkand, his home, or was it now Spira he's thinking of? A new home, but only because of the love he's gained there? The adventure of his young life - a dream come true, literally? What would the train take from there that could count? That could be brought into reality?

But it's not enough of a reason too, for Roland to just watch as Tidus doesn't even try. He feels like a hypocrite now, approaching that question way too wrong. Roland figures if he's in on that deal, he might as well make it easier for Tidus. Even in gaining, even in loss.

Roland clears his throat loudly, a signal for attention. Meets Tidus's eye, but keeps his face neutral. Though it's his eyes that always give him away; thinking, worrying. ]

Well, you don't know that yet. [ He smiles a little, voice kind. An upward smirk of his lips. ] I'll do it with you. I don't have the points, but pick something from home and I'll do the same. I can pay you back later when I'm replenished.

[ He stands now, pushes himself out of the seat and slides into the hallway where the terminal blinks. Doesn't look at the screen, but keeps to the proximity. ]

...I'd get my family photo album. How about you get a sphere? Or photos too? Something from Yuna, or the earrings to top of your Zanarkand Abes necklace?

[ No suggestion given is made with force; only patience, quiet and sure. One of them was bound to bite. The train moving as an unknown force, a mysterious entity that bypassed all sense. ]

It's worth a shot, at least. [ Roland offers, lightly shrugging, leaning his back against the adjacent wall. ]