[ It's a lot. To even call it a lot doesn't explain what it is. Inigo speaks, peeling back the truths to his tale that Tidus never realised had been covered. Kept back. He almost worries, fears that Inigo's fate is from an unfinished story when-
'We erased it from existence.'
Tidus knows too well a story like this. It's a punch inside his ribcage trapping in his breath. Refusing to let him release until he realises--He exists. He didn't disappear. He's not going to disappear--
And unbeknownst, Inigo speaks on. Telling him about Yuki, as the numb that'd swiftly settled into Tidus's limbs eases away as a tingling across his body. He can't grip any more onto Inigo than he already is, and Tidus can't believe how -- scared Inigo had made him there. Nearly so worried, terrified for his life. Unintentionally, unknowingly, but still-!
It's hard to find himself back in this conversation, dazed as he became from that horrid and short-lived belief. That he'd be gone. But he isn't, is he? Even if Inigo can't stay home... if he can go somewhere else, anywhere at all, then-
Tidus clenches the fist resting on his legs, eyes closing for a moment to gather himself before he can speak. ]
Is there... anything you ever wanted to do? When you weren't fighting, or thinking about the future. [ ... ] Did you ever? Do you remember a time when you did?
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[ It's a lot. To even call it a lot doesn't explain what it is. Inigo speaks, peeling back the truths to his tale that Tidus never realised had been covered. Kept back. He almost worries, fears that Inigo's fate is from an unfinished story when-
'We erased it from existence.'
Tidus knows too well a story like this. It's a punch inside his ribcage trapping in his breath. Refusing to let him release until he realises--He exists. He didn't disappear. He's not going to disappear--
And unbeknownst, Inigo speaks on. Telling him about Yuki, as the numb that'd swiftly settled into Tidus's limbs eases away as a tingling across his body. He can't grip any more onto Inigo than he already is, and Tidus can't believe how -- scared Inigo had made him there. Nearly so worried, terrified for his life. Unintentionally, unknowingly, but still-!
It's hard to find himself back in this conversation, dazed as he became from that horrid and short-lived belief. That he'd be gone. But he isn't, is he? Even if Inigo can't stay home... if he can go somewhere else, anywhere at all, then-
Tidus clenches the fist resting on his legs, eyes closing for a moment to gather himself before he can speak. ]
Is there... anything you ever wanted to do? When you weren't fighting, or thinking about the future. [ ... ] Did you ever? Do you remember a time when you did?
[ A hope. A future. ]
Who did you want to be?
[ That's what Inigo needs. ]