[ Inigo's voice rings in Tidus's ears; less the volume, and more the way it carries, the emotion in it. He doesn't look, not right away, eyes only daring to flicker towards Inigo but not rising to his face. Not that he needs it - he speaks clear enough that Tidus knows without needing to.

His hands sit uselessly on his lap, curling inward, lips pinching together before he looks up. ]

I'm not going to do it again, so you don't have to, alright? I won't. I already promised, so-

[ So- He drops his head again. ]

Don't worry about it, [ he speaks lower, gentler. ] You don't have to.