[ There is the suggestion in him that he could do the same.
Set an example, show that this is a skill he's learnt, patience, being in the zone that doesn't involve holding one's breath or being submerged in the deep blue. Wouldn't Roland be surprised, not be able to believe it? And that's plenty enough of a good reason for Tidus to do it. Five minutes? He can do five minutes -- he's passed that and longer long ago.
All it involves is what he said. Close his eyes, focus inward; find his inner self. Relax.
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...
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...but what if Roland sees him?
What if he's looking at him?
What if he thinks he's being a damn joke, kid,
You're gonna mess up--
His eyes open, looking at the figure, following his instruction. Sleeping? No--Tidus doesn't think so, though he lets the idea form as a joke. He attempts to get back into it, close his eyes, focus, focus, don't think about anything; but the apprehension grips into his shoulders, an unsettling repeat of worries about being seen that won't stop bugging him. Why does he care? He doesn't, he just--
Tidus watches the timer, glimpses taken at Roland, but he won't interrupt him. The face of the SCA counting down the time, fingers ready for the bell, but his gaze on his knee than it. ]
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Set an example, show that this is a skill he's learnt, patience, being in the zone that doesn't involve holding one's breath or being submerged in the deep blue. Wouldn't Roland be surprised, not be able to believe it? And that's plenty enough of a good reason for Tidus to do it. Five minutes? He can do five minutes -- he's passed that and longer long ago.
All it involves is what he said. Close his eyes, focus inward; find his inner self. Relax.
...
...
...
...but what if Roland sees him?
What if he's looking at him?
What if he thinks he's being a damn joke, kid,
You're gonna mess up--
His eyes open, looking at the figure, following his instruction. Sleeping? No--Tidus doesn't think so, though he lets the idea form as a joke. He attempts to get back into it, close his eyes, focus, focus, don't think about anything; but the apprehension grips into his shoulders, an unsettling repeat of worries about being seen that won't stop bugging him. Why does he care? He doesn't, he just--
Tidus watches the timer, glimpses taken at Roland, but he won't interrupt him. The face of the SCA counting down the time, fingers ready for the bell, but his gaze on his knee than it. ]