[ 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. ]
[ 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.
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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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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.