.. Inigo is starting to feel like it was a good idea to pretend to be a corpse at this point, since he has absolutely no idea what Roland is talking about as the older guy hovers over him. Even with his eyes closed, Inigo can hear the words, but that doesn't mean that any of them make sense to him.

A rooting.. toothing.. gunslinger..? Other worlds are so weird.

But then there are two branching paths. He can hear Roland whisper those instructions to him - and at least those are clear, thank Naga! - but then it's quickly followed up by the sound of Tidus's mutter, quiet, but still audible to Inigo.

Usually he would have followed Roland's instructions a bit more directly, ever the obedient son when it comes down to it, but he cna't let that disheartening statement from Tidus just stand. He can't leave his friend out of this!

Except, of course, that Inigo decides to choose the absolute dumbest way to try and involve Tidus in this again.

"Ugh.. I-- I don't think I'll make it.. Maybe I might if I'm helped up by some amazing guy whose name starts with a T and ends in idus.."

He opens an eye. Just so he can wink at Roland. Dad, look, isn't he great and subtle with this whole roleplaying thing? He's even improvising now! He's got it nailed down to a T!

(Somehow they're the exact same brand of dork when it comes down to it, huh. Like adoptive genetics.)