[ There's no way Inigo is going to fully pull ahead. As much as he wants to see Roland so badly right now, desperation feeling like a beast trying to claw its way out of his chest, Inigo can't leave Tidus alone either. Not after the message from Kaiba they received. No one should be alone right now. If something happened to Tidus just because Inigo was desperate to see his father, Inigo would never forgive himself.
So even though he does pull ahead a little bit each time, he keeps waiting, resting very momentarily while leaning against a tree branch or a - non-armadillo - rock. Even if Tidus gestures for him to go ahead, he still waits for the other to catch up each time before he starts moving again.
It's only when they get really close to Roland's location that it gets to be too much. It's only a little bit further, but Inigo can't afford to stop or pause now. He rushes the last bit ahead, trying to look for any sign of life among the shrubbery - until he spots a familiar head of hair.
His breath stops in his throat, and without thinking - about Roland's injuries, for example, and the fact that Inigo isn't exactly helping those with what he's doing right now - he absolutely flings himself at the man, clinging to Roland as if he's a raft in the middle of the ocean.
Inigo doesn't say anything, wouldn't even be able to force out words to begin with, considering how hard he's breathing from the trip here. Instead he just starts full on sobbing from the bubble of the worst of potential despairs bursting, bowing his head as the tears start to stream down his cheeks. ]
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So even though he does pull ahead a little bit each time, he keeps waiting, resting very momentarily while leaning against a tree branch or a - non-armadillo - rock. Even if Tidus gestures for him to go ahead, he still waits for the other to catch up each time before he starts moving again.
It's only when they get really close to Roland's location that it gets to be too much. It's only a little bit further, but Inigo can't afford to stop or pause now. He rushes the last bit ahead, trying to look for any sign of life among the shrubbery - until he spots a familiar head of hair.
His breath stops in his throat, and without thinking - about Roland's injuries, for example, and the fact that Inigo isn't exactly helping those with what he's doing right now - he absolutely flings himself at the man, clinging to Roland as if he's a raft in the middle of the ocean.
Inigo doesn't say anything, wouldn't even be able to force out words to begin with, considering how hard he's breathing from the trip here. Instead he just starts full on sobbing from the bubble of the worst of potential despairs bursting, bowing his head as the tears start to stream down his cheeks. ]