"Not really," Tidus admits; thinking back to the meeting, his impression of the pair. "They were interested in Diagad, but they took as much time asking me about if I ever got sick out in the void, and how I felt about the train. Even asked me if I thought the train was my saviour-" which comes out thick, a huff. "But they cared as much about me and the train as they did about that mission. And I asked, if there was a chance we'd be in trouble - they told me they weren't the guys who make the decision, but they said they knew we weren't choosing to be out here."

For whatever little it could mean, it seemed to mean to reassure. That's his memory of the interview - that even with the things that couldn't be promised, nothing pressured him about the conversation.

"Not a lot of people liked them." Which, there weren't a lot of people liking them now, from the people who got taken, and those that did. Tidus puts a hand to the back of his head, a fiddling that doesn't go anywhere except messing with his hair.

"But I didn't get a bad feeling from them. I know that doesn't mean a lot, but..."

But it stuck with him.