"Tidus, listen to Regis. If you've gotten emotional backlash from something, it can really mess with you.
"I'm going to do this, only because you need to listen clearly and then you can plan accordingly."
With that, Auron takes a deep breath and exhales. And repeats. Within a little bit of time, all three of them feel the invisible wings of calm surround them. It can't make anyone change their mind, but it certainly can bring more clarity so they're not acting in an overly emotional state. He flicks his gaze over to Regis, because he can't physically speak while concentrating and Tidus has shown a lot of dislike for mental conversation.
Residue sticks to Tidus, but the cause for the effects recede with the effect. He’s left with a shiver, and an emptiness in the place where his emotions had curdled. Now they don’t have the same grasp, and Tidus lingers between standing and sitting before finally coming back down on the edge of the sofa. A hand clenching into the arm, his body pointed away from the both of them.
“I don’t need anything.” It’s the best way he can dismiss the offer of the drink, their help, no bite to his words despite the weight to them. “I can make it back to the apartment and be out of your hair.”
Sickness or no sickness. There’s a strange sensation to have those emotions fogging around him and now not, but Tidus can’t pinpoint what it is. It’s not relief; there’s too much turning in his stomach for it to be that, but it might be something close. A phantom feeling.
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No questions from him, not right now. No comment on the emotional effects, either.
Everyone deserves a chance to deal with what happens to them at their own terms, within reason.
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"I'm going to do this, only because you need to listen clearly and then you can plan accordingly."
With that, Auron takes a deep breath and exhales. And repeats. Within a little bit of time, all three of them feel the invisible wings of calm surround them. It can't make anyone change their mind, but it certainly can bring more clarity so they're not acting in an overly emotional state. He flicks his gaze over to Regis, because he can't physically speak while concentrating and Tidus has shown a lot of dislike for mental conversation.
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“I don’t need anything.” It’s the best way he can dismiss the offer of the drink, their help, no bite to his words despite the weight to them. “I can make it back to the apartment and be out of your hair.”
Sickness or no sickness. There’s a strange sensation to have those emotions fogging around him and now not, but Tidus can’t pinpoint what it is. It’s not relief; there’s too much turning in his stomach for it to be that, but it might be something close. A phantom feeling.
It’s uncomfortable. Everything is uncomfortable.
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"One other thing. If you want me to, I can start training you on dunamis. It'll make you even stronger than him."
And there is nothing Tidus likes more than being able to show up his old man.