[ Tidus turns his head to his companion. His teammate, his friend; taking that step by his side, giving him reason to still his ever constant energy. Stand still, and be by his side. Reaching for the hand that Tidus knows Inigo likes to be held, just as any part of his body.
Squeezing it tight, present, refusing to relinquish it to anyone. Tidus watches Inigo as he speaks, then faces the audience that can't be seen, but spoken to everyone. To even the void itself: ]
Even when it gets hard, I'll keep going! I'll get up, over and over! I'm not going to be stopped here! [ His hand twitches, a quick tighten of his hold. ] I won't give up!
[ It's daring, it's complex, even for him to say. Out into this open room, as if making a promise. Speaking out to the him of earlier that month, the person still wearing his skin, in there. Himself.
Does he have the strength for this to be genuine? It's not a question he'll ask or answer, let itself have a table in his mind. Only the confidence matters. Only that -- that they should be true.
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Squeezing it tight, present, refusing to relinquish it to anyone. Tidus watches Inigo as he speaks, then faces the audience that can't be seen, but spoken to everyone. To even the void itself: ]
Even when it gets hard, I'll keep going! I'll get up, over and over! I'm not going to be stopped here! [ His hand twitches, a quick tighten of his hold. ] I won't give up!
[ It's daring, it's complex, even for him to say. Out into this open room, as if making a promise. Speaking out to the him of earlier that month, the person still wearing his skin, in there. Himself.
Does he have the strength for this to be genuine? It's not a question he'll ask or answer, let itself have a table in his mind. Only the confidence matters. Only that -- that they should be true.
They can be. They can be. ]