[ His face hurts, the muscles of it aching. His throat sore without properly crying, every inch of him tense, strained. Tidus finds it difficult to meet either's eye, yet he gives his best attempt; though it often goes aside, shame striking at him too deep.
But-- but they're trying. Not only trying, they believe. It's a confidence that-- that's so familiar to him. Him being on the other side, living with that hope and pushing forward. When Yuna moved ever closer to Zanarkand, every step taking her towards the Final Aeon. When everything seemed hopeless, but he and Rikku refused to give up.
Friends are there to help each other.
We're going to figure this out together.
It's impossible for him to deny that. To challenge them, to disbelieve them. That hopeless position he had been ready to sink into, the regret. Tidus looks at the both of them, sniffling, swallowing. Not caring for the mess that his features have become, his face hotter than the fire blazing could ever make it.
He nods to them, weakly; but it's an agreement, a sign of belief, that he carries as his head then drops, when he can't stop the sob that comes out. ]
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But-- but they're trying. Not only trying, they believe. It's a confidence that-- that's so familiar to him. Him being on the other side, living with that hope and pushing forward. When Yuna moved ever closer to Zanarkand, every step taking her towards the Final Aeon. When everything seemed hopeless, but he and Rikku refused to give up.
Friends are there to help each other.
We're going to figure this out together.
It's impossible for him to deny that. To challenge them, to disbelieve them. That hopeless position he had been ready to sink into, the regret. Tidus looks at the both of them, sniffling, swallowing. Not caring for the mess that his features have become, his face hotter than the fire blazing could ever make it.
He nods to them, weakly; but it's an agreement, a sign of belief, that he carries as his head then drops, when he can't stop the sob that comes out. ]