[ They're getting closer and closer to their destination, but that particular nugget of conversation lingers around Roland enough to warrant his finger to his chin, a quiet hum in contemplation of what to add. He's still moving of course, keeping in stride with the pacemaker over here, but he falls behind significantly at some point, slowing as gears churn.
His imagination is more vivid that most people assume from a guy so cut and dry. He thinks immediately of Tidus back in Zanarkand, piecing together what he knows of that dream within a dream, powered by the prayers of a long-forgotten people and world. A world that, as Roland understands it, existed at some point in their history, and was Tidus's home until the veil of illusion lifted all at once.
Sports was my life.
Boy does Roland know what that might feel like. So it comes as no surprise that he's already on this task as if there's something on the line if he doesn't help; even as a press of a button is the only thing in between their actual task for the morning and lingering around the train's hallways. ]
You can do a lot of things, I imagine. It's just a matter of figuring out how to repurpose the skills you perfected in blitzball somewhere else. Like...[ A beat. ]
...writing? Sketching? Yoga? Oh. Playing an instrument. Like drums, or a guitar.
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[ They're getting closer and closer to their destination, but that particular nugget of conversation lingers around Roland enough to warrant his finger to his chin, a quiet hum in contemplation of what to add. He's still moving of course, keeping in stride with the pacemaker over here, but he falls behind significantly at some point, slowing as gears churn.
His imagination is more vivid that most people assume from a guy so cut and dry. He thinks immediately of Tidus back in Zanarkand, piecing together what he knows of that dream within a dream, powered by the prayers of a long-forgotten people and world. A world that, as Roland understands it, existed at some point in their history, and was Tidus's home until the veil of illusion lifted all at once.
Sports was my life.
Boy does Roland know what that might feel like. So it comes as no surprise that he's already on this task as if there's something on the line if he doesn't help; even as a press of a button is the only thing in between their actual task for the morning and lingering around the train's hallways. ]
You can do a lot of things, I imagine. It's just a matter of figuring out how to repurpose the skills you perfected in blitzball somewhere else. Like...[ A beat. ]
...writing? Sketching? Yoga? Oh. Playing an instrument. Like drums, or a guitar.