It’s an endearing sort of reminder to Roland that Tidus is truly more forthcoming about these things than Roland ever will be, and it’s good that he’s around energy like this. The brighter, the better; reminding him of what it was like back then, when orbiting around the sun would never burn or blind. He chuckles before speaking, a nonchalant shrug to accompany his words.
The good Captain, huh…
“That we did. You’re right.” He inhales deeply, through his nose. The inclination to look up at the sky itched terribly, but there was no sky to behold here. Only the meaningless, confounding void. “I’m just being cautious. It’s good practice not to put all your eggs in one basket too. While they’ve given us no reason to overtly doubt them, or be dishonest with them, they do have an agenda. They have a goal that isn’t known to us. It’s one thing to offer yourself up as an ally-“ The way Anan did, and others before her, Roland’s sure. Now long gone… “-It’s also an entirely different thing to just keep to yourself. A part of me felt like we were being tested, on the outside.”
He opens his fist, examines his sword hand and the peppered callouses and scratches on the palm. “The invisible enemies, the puzzles…Didn’t it seem like they were putting us through our paces, both physical and mental? Was that light scanner on you really just to give them an idea of who you were? Then there was that announcement at the end, before we were taken back. Thank you for your compliance? As if we had a choice. It was more coercion than compliance. Whatever the ministry wants with the train, and by extension, with us, I know it can’t be as simple as sending them an S.O.S. to extract us from our tethers. If it was, they would have done it and the train would be their’s for the taking.”
Ah, but he’s catching himself in the midst of his own mind’s constant doubt; and if he remembers that promise, to fight on no matter what, then there was no room for this yet. Or he hopes, there will never be any room for it at all, that this could be as straightforward as finding the path to the exit and barging their way through.
Roland breaks the reverie he sets with another shake of his head and a controlled smile that stretches the corners of his mouth. He looks to his friend and it’s as if the shadows that colored Roland’s continence have all but passed; no trace of it lingering in the smooth panes of his face. “Anyway. Just musings of the old, pro. Don’t mind me. Heh. We’ll keep at it, okay? I haven’t forgotten to play my part.”
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The good Captain, huh…
“That we did. You’re right.” He inhales deeply, through his nose. The inclination to look up at the sky itched terribly, but there was no sky to behold here. Only the meaningless, confounding void. “I’m just being cautious. It’s good practice not to put all your eggs in one basket too. While they’ve given us no reason to overtly doubt them, or be dishonest with them, they do have an agenda. They have a goal that isn’t known to us. It’s one thing to offer yourself up as an ally-“ The way Anan did, and others before her, Roland’s sure. Now long gone… “-It’s also an entirely different thing to just keep to yourself. A part of me felt like we were being tested, on the outside.”
He opens his fist, examines his sword hand and the peppered callouses and scratches on the palm. “The invisible enemies, the puzzles…Didn’t it seem like they were putting us through our paces, both physical and mental? Was that light scanner on you really just to give them an idea of who you were? Then there was that announcement at the end, before we were taken back. Thank you for your compliance? As if we had a choice. It was more coercion than compliance. Whatever the ministry wants with the train, and by extension, with us, I know it can’t be as simple as sending them an S.O.S. to extract us from our tethers. If it was, they would have done it and the train would be their’s for the taking.”
Ah, but he’s catching himself in the midst of his own mind’s constant doubt; and if he remembers that promise, to fight on no matter what, then there was no room for this yet. Or he hopes, there will never be any room for it at all, that this could be as straightforward as finding the path to the exit and barging their way through.
Roland breaks the reverie he sets with another shake of his head and a controlled smile that stretches the corners of his mouth. He looks to his friend and it’s as if the shadows that colored Roland’s continence have all but passed; no trace of it lingering in the smooth panes of his face. “Anyway. Just musings of the old, pro. Don’t mind me. Heh. We’ll keep at it, okay? I haven’t forgotten to play my part.”