But Inigo asks him, and he doesn't want to put aside the question. Not dodge it, though at the same time, it's tricky. Truthfully, if he was to answer... ]
I...don't know. But I know I am. I look forward to spending time with you, and my other friends. I... didn't even want to do that before. It didn't feel right. I was ashamed just thinking about it.
[ Because nobody knew the truth of him, the choices he made. That he didn't think, try harder for the people of Zanarkand. Didn't question if there was another way, only thought about the moment. Because it was difficult, hard to focus on his own mortality-
Even now, it creeps into his ribcage, buries itself there in his chest. Tidus looks at his lap, and in an unsuspecting glimmer--Gibbs appears, planting himself into it. Head tilted back, a cheery squeak coming out from his small mouth.
Tidus scoffs lightly, fondly. Scoots his other free hand around to give Gibbs a proper place to sit as he folds up his legs for him. ]
What about you? [ He tilts his head, barely in Inigo's direction. Not enough to remove where their heads rest against each other. ] What makes you want to go on? Do you know?
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But Inigo asks him, and he doesn't want to put aside the question. Not dodge it, though at the same time, it's tricky. Truthfully, if he was to answer... ]
I...don't know. But I know I am. I look forward to spending time with you, and my other friends. I... didn't even want to do that before. It didn't feel right. I was ashamed just thinking about it.
[ Because nobody knew the truth of him, the choices he made. That he didn't think, try harder for the people of Zanarkand. Didn't question if there was another way, only thought about the moment. Because it was difficult, hard to focus on his own mortality-
Even now, it creeps into his ribcage, buries itself there in his chest. Tidus looks at his lap, and in an unsuspecting glimmer--Gibbs appears, planting himself into it. Head tilted back, a cheery squeak coming out from his small mouth.
Tidus scoffs lightly, fondly. Scoots his other free hand around to give Gibbs a proper place to sit as he folds up his legs for him. ]
What about you? [ He tilts his head, barely in Inigo's direction. Not enough to remove where their heads rest against each other. ] What makes you want to go on? Do you know?