There's a groan, nothing pointed, just muddled and exasperated as always by the mysteries of the void.
"If they decide to let us die, then it wasn't on the table before, not when they sent those guys to interview. I'm not gonna say someone's not gonna think it or say that's not a chance, but I get the impression everyone's as confused about the train's deal is as we are."
Is it too optimistic? Xehanort had called him as much, too trusting; when Tidus goes off on his gut feelings, and the Inspectors didn't unnerve him the same way as others. But he doesn't want it to be painted like naivety either, letting his arms fold and back slump forward some.
"I get there's got to be some reason the train didn't like them. The Captain wasn't sure about them either. But why doesn't the train like them? --is it 'cause it's a runaway? Or is there more to it? That's what we need to know. But if you took out what was in the Captain's message, what you and the others heard--"
His head's been turning in Roland's direction, but then Tidus pauses. Brief, small; a reminder in the back of his mind that comes forward, makes him bumble a bit as he tries to recover, ignoring it. Looking back away.
"--b-before that, we said we'd try anything, wouldn't we? 'Cause we need answers. And even if they had to trick us to get a meeting 'cause the train's been ignoring them... What do you think?"
He turns back to Roland again, a pinched mouth, brow too.
"The mission sucked. Separating us sucked. Knowing they can stop people using their powers - that sucks too. But none of us got hurt. They weren't saying we were in trouble or pushing us around. They listened." Maybe he is being blinded, going back to that spot, his head shaking some.
"I dunno... is it really that bad when they weren't putting us in danger? They didn't just lock us up and tell us what to do."
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"If they decide to let us die, then it wasn't on the table before, not when they sent those guys to interview. I'm not gonna say someone's not gonna think it or say that's not a chance, but I get the impression everyone's as confused about the train's deal is as we are."
Is it too optimistic? Xehanort had called him as much, too trusting; when Tidus goes off on his gut feelings, and the Inspectors didn't unnerve him the same way as others. But he doesn't want it to be painted like naivety either, letting his arms fold and back slump forward some.
"I get there's got to be some reason the train didn't like them. The Captain wasn't sure about them either. But why doesn't the train like them? --is it 'cause it's a runaway? Or is there more to it? That's what we need to know. But if you took out what was in the Captain's message, what you and the others heard--"
His head's been turning in Roland's direction, but then Tidus pauses. Brief, small; a reminder in the back of his mind that comes forward, makes him bumble a bit as he tries to recover, ignoring it. Looking back away.
"--b-before that, we said we'd try anything, wouldn't we? 'Cause we need answers. And even if they had to trick us to get a meeting 'cause the train's been ignoring them... What do you think?"
He turns back to Roland again, a pinched mouth, brow too.
"The mission sucked. Separating us sucked. Knowing they can stop people using their powers - that sucks too. But none of us got hurt. They weren't saying we were in trouble or pushing us around. They listened." Maybe he is being blinded, going back to that spot, his head shaking some.
"I dunno... is it really that bad when they weren't putting us in danger? They didn't just lock us up and tell us what to do."
Compared to how being on the train feels like.