Jecht would be disappointed (and insulted) if Tidus just handed it over. He grins and follows after once his son takes off with the ball, a slow spin on his back as he propels himself forward. A movement familiar yet tainted with foreignness now. He could lose himself in the blue so easily, float in the water in a state between reality and dream.

But his instincts tell him Tidus is about to make a throw, so he does the easiest thing possible without any teammates to back them up. He kicks his feet and reaches out to grab Tidus by the ankle... and yanks.