[ Roland catches the bitterness, the pain, in an instant. The thing is, apart from any other time he would have comforted or consoled Tidus, he knows right now, he can't. Roland is a leader - a president, a king. Self-sacrifice was always part of the job, and he knew that coming into the role. He said it once, and he'll say it again: the moment it's called of him to be in the line of fire for his people, his citizens, his family, he'll jump. He'd gladly give his life if it meant more would be saved; if the sacrifice ends with him. It's the duty of a president. The duty of a king.

Evan would say the same, right? ]

You're too slow. Here, I'll wreck a couple of jars for you, take what's inside them instead. [ Is he good at deflecting or WHAT? He focuses on the game for a moment, not wanting to get Tidus antsy, especially not after they almost exploded at the Standard Car, with his unwillingness to be healed by a tired friend. He leans forward, back still ramrod straight, with his character exploring the area of wild thorns, peppered with strange looking flora. He moves his avatar again, this time closer to the fortress, and a text box appears, saying something about how the front door was closed, and they'd need to find another way in. ]

I knew it. [ He says this with so much certainty, you'd think he solved a huge mystery. ] I knew we'd see a damsel in distress. Who else could be up this huge tower? A lady we have to save, that's what.