When Tidus looks back at Inigo like that, he can notice that the look on Inigo's face is looking awkward, yet apologetic.
It becomes even more obvious when he slowly replies with a: ".. Sorry."
It's not that he didn't know what the other was saying. And people deserve breaks. They deserve not being forced to have to do any of this - the train can say it's voluntary all it likes, but people on the train are just way too nice to stay behind and do nothing - but on the other hand, Inigo is bad at granting himself that kind of generosity.
He can't stop. Especially when he was focusing on the mission as a way to cope with how miserable he's been feeling about a whole lot of things for such a long time now. It's hard to tell himself to stop, since that means facing everything he was trying to repress.
But how does he put that in words? How could he drag down everything that much when Tidus is trying so dang hard to take care of him?
"I know, but I.. I can't. I can't go out there either," not in the state he's in right now, anyway, his hands feel like they would start shaking the moment he'd be confronted with those distortions again, "but I still feel bad."
Not admitting that would be the same thing as just outright lying in this moment.
".. it kind of feels like the train broke something about me, and I don't know how to fix it," he admits. It's so soft, nearly a whisper, despite the fact that there's no one else around to hide it from in the first place.
Maybe it's just that it's so hard to actually say it.
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It becomes even more obvious when he slowly replies with a: ".. Sorry."
It's not that he didn't know what the other was saying. And people deserve breaks. They deserve not being forced to have to do any of this - the train can say it's voluntary all it likes, but people on the train are just way too nice to stay behind and do nothing - but on the other hand, Inigo is bad at granting himself that kind of generosity.
He can't stop. Especially when he was focusing on the mission as a way to cope with how miserable he's been feeling about a whole lot of things for such a long time now. It's hard to tell himself to stop, since that means facing everything he was trying to repress.
But how does he put that in words? How could he drag down everything that much when Tidus is trying so dang hard to take care of him?
"I know, but I.. I can't. I can't go out there either," not in the state he's in right now, anyway, his hands feel like they would start shaking the moment he'd be confronted with those distortions again, "but I still feel bad."
Not admitting that would be the same thing as just outright lying in this moment.
".. it kind of feels like the train broke something about me, and I don't know how to fix it," he admits. It's so soft, nearly a whisper, despite the fact that there's no one else around to hide it from in the first place.
Maybe it's just that it's so hard to actually say it.