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...Heh. Go for it.

[ He doesn't hesitate, watching the SCA flicker to life, counting him down, and Roland is in the zone. The instructions ring clear; he complies without question. Back straight. Eyes closed. Breathing, lungs open, chest loose. Arms still crossed, but not as tense.

It vaguely occurs to Roland that he might be getting pranked here, but he has too much trust to go with that instinct.

Roland though, has always been more comfortable in the silence of his mind than he is in the angry noise of reality away from his thoughts. So even as he's being watched, being timed, he falls into this state naturally. One might even mistake him for falling asleep. But no, he's alert, hearing his own inhales sharp and precise, the quiet place that Tidus speaks of in his head merely a corner of his soul he's made into his own.

What it looks like, what's there, and what he hides deep within, are all a mystery except to the chief consul himself. ]

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[ There is the suggestion in him that he could do the same.

Set an example, show that this is a skill he's learnt, patience, being in the zone that doesn't involve holding one's breath or being submerged in the deep blue. Wouldn't Roland be surprised, not be able to believe it? And that's plenty enough of a good reason for Tidus to do it. Five minutes? He can do five minutes -- he's passed that and longer long ago.

All it involves is what he said. Close his eyes, focus inward; find his inner self. Relax.

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...but what if Roland sees him?

What if he's looking at him?

What if he thinks he's being a damn joke, kid,

You're gonna mess up--

His eyes open, looking at the figure, following his instruction. Sleeping? No--Tidus doesn't think so, though he lets the idea form as a joke. He attempts to get back into it, close his eyes, focus, focus, don't think about anything; but the apprehension grips into his shoulders, an unsettling repeat of worries about being seen that won't stop bugging him. Why does he care? He doesn't, he just--

Tidus watches the timer, glimpses taken at Roland, but he won't interrupt him. The face of the SCA counting down the time, fingers ready for the bell, but his gaze on his knee than it. ]

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[ Tidus's apprehensions are so palpable that by the halfway mark, Roland creaks open one eye and knows for a fact that even before he can see him, he knows Tidus isn't quite meditating the way he wants to.

But to this, Roland only smirks to himself, shaking a bit of his head and closing his eyes back again. He won't really know what goes on in that head of his, but he does know there's a lesson eager to be taught here. And he is but a willing student; that much is true. That much is real. ]

How long?

[ The time on his SCA? No, not quite. ]

How long have you been meditating, before a fight? Truth be told, I only do this in my lonesome. Maybe before bed.

[ Which is why he also stifles a yawn, this also genuine, hiding it behind an elbow bent to catch the motion. He finally opens both eyes and rubs the back of his neck, chuckling earnestly. ]

Guess it's why I feel more tired than I thought.

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[ How long? The question makes him startle, eyes wide on Roland before he hurries to look down at his SCA. But no--that isn't what Roland means, though Tidus keeps his eyes on the device, flickering only quick looks at the man. ]

Uh, about five months. On and off -- 'cause of missions and stuff. I don't do it as much as I should... no places really to get comfortable.

[ Nevermind this giant room. ]

You're meant to keep doing it so you get used to it - tapping into the zone as quick as you want, you know?

[ He scoffs, and he rubs at the back of his neck, not sure if the admit the truth on his tongue, but: ]

To be honest, I only started 'cause I thought I'd need it to fight some gods Light told me about, but now... it feels like forever ago.