Let's just say my situation isn't as simple as being away from family, Tidus. But I hear you.
[ Roland doesn't have the heart to tell Tidus the truth. Doesn't have the heart to share with him that sending bottles to William was a gamble, a selfish act on his part to try and reconnect with a son he's not sure is still waiting for him. Even in his determination - his belief.
What else can he do now, faced with this candidness from Tidus? It's clear that he cares - so much that he couldn't help but warn Roland in the here and now. It strikes a chord, sharp and clear. Tidus was a good person, and nothing he could do would make Roland think otherwise. So this is all that he expresses, strangely warm, strangely inviting despite how Tidus speaks in his undertones, unable to really vocalize what he wants to say. ]
Inigo's got a once in a lifetime friend in you, you know that? It's more than luck or chance that you two found each other on this strange little journey we're on. I'm glad. Goodness knows how much that kid cares about you, too. [ And he understands the apprehension. Leaving, coming, going. Making a mark in someone's life, then suddenly having no choice if you can stay or not. It hurts. Roland knows that pain well. More than anyone, he'd argue. But he takes it serenely.
If he had to count how many times he's had to do this song and dance about caring for someone then having to be taken away from them in the end, Roland wouldn't be able to function at all.
He crosses the very short distance between them, and a hand makes its way to firmly grasp at Tidus's shoulder. It doesn't linger, but he squeezes once, in reassurance, as he stands by his side. ]
Okay. And for the record? I'm not afraid to look out him, or you either. [ His smile falls; Roland looks determined. Serious and true. ] You can count on me, alright? I've got your back.
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[ Roland doesn't have the heart to tell Tidus the truth. Doesn't have the heart to share with him that sending bottles to William was a gamble, a selfish act on his part to try and reconnect with a son he's not sure is still waiting for him. Even in his determination - his belief.
What else can he do now, faced with this candidness from Tidus? It's clear that he cares - so much that he couldn't help but warn Roland in the here and now. It strikes a chord, sharp and clear. Tidus was a good person, and nothing he could do would make Roland think otherwise. So this is all that he expresses, strangely warm, strangely inviting despite how Tidus speaks in his undertones, unable to really vocalize what he wants to say. ]
Inigo's got a once in a lifetime friend in you, you know that? It's more than luck or chance that you two found each other on this strange little journey we're on. I'm glad. Goodness knows how much that kid cares about you, too. [ And he understands the apprehension. Leaving, coming, going. Making a mark in someone's life, then suddenly having no choice if you can stay or not. It hurts. Roland knows that pain well. More than anyone, he'd argue. But he takes it serenely.
If he had to count how many times he's had to do this song and dance about caring for someone then having to be taken away from them in the end, Roland wouldn't be able to function at all.
He crosses the very short distance between them, and a hand makes its way to firmly grasp at Tidus's shoulder. It doesn't linger, but he squeezes once, in reassurance, as he stands by his side. ]
Okay. And for the record? I'm not afraid to look out him, or you either. [ His smile falls; Roland looks determined. Serious and true. ] You can count on me, alright? I've got your back.