Ugh. Did they do it? Didn't they? They just never knew anything, and even a danger like the Ministry was cautiously optimistic in Tidus's eyes than not. He lingers on the annoyance that resurfaces again for their predicament: contact with the outside, but contact with a people they weren't sure how to trust.
He leans on his elbows again, back hunching for them to rest against his lap.
"...We need to know more about the Ministry," he says finally, as tired as those words were to say at that point. "And find more people who can help us with the train's planet. We can't have that info die with us."
As dramatic as bringing death on the table is, though Tidus doesn't say it with any added weight or severity. He turns his head to Roland, his hands clasping together in front of him.
"Can you try asking the train? I don't think it'll work, but if there's more to them than we don't know, we need to know. We can't keep playing these mystery games."
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He leans on his elbows again, back hunching for them to rest against his lap.
"...We need to know more about the Ministry," he says finally, as tired as those words were to say at that point. "And find more people who can help us with the train's planet. We can't have that info die with us."
As dramatic as bringing death on the table is, though Tidus doesn't say it with any added weight or severity. He turns his head to Roland, his hands clasping together in front of him.
"Can you try asking the train? I don't think it'll work, but if there's more to them than we don't know, we need to know. We can't keep playing these mystery games."