".. I kind of thought that it's just what you do."
His voice feels a little foreign to his ears, just a bit raw around the edges. Perhaps it is a remnant of his breakdown from earlier, or maybe it's because his emotions feel so raw in this moment too, like everything he's feeling is just stuck in his throat, and his voice is having a hard time squeezing itself past all of that.
But he does mean it, what he's saying. He doesn't think it's something Tidus is just doing with him. Even when he's around Taiki, or Jingyi, or any of their other friends.. Tidus is someone who makes other people shine. It's just what he does. Tidus isn't like a star, shining all by himself. He's like the sun, shining his light on everyone else, and making them shine too.
Inigo is just lucky to be able to task in that light, he thinks, as he now stares into Tidus's eyes.
He has a hard time holding the gaze when he feels this overwhelmed with emotion, but he tries anyway. It's the least he can do in return for the other. Whne Tidus is out here doing things that are difficult for him as well, like throwing around the l-word like that.
"But I-- I know. That you're that great. That.."
Inigo's voice trails off, and he shakes his head, still looking at the other.
"I was already worried, going into that mission. About everything back home, about our situation on the train.. and then this place-- it's like Ylisse. In so many ways."
The time and space travel inside of the distortions. The ruined wasteland. The undead warriors. It was just all a little bit too close for comfort.
"And in there, it felt.. it felt like back home, when I'd be fighting the Risen, and sometimes you'd be surrounded by so many of them that you wouldn't even have a clue anymore whether everyone else was still standing, if you weren't the only person left in a world full of those things." His voice shakes as he recalls it. It's been so long now since he's been in that wasteland - over a year on the train, and a few months of traveling to the past back home - but he can still recall it so clearly. Maybe because he's done it for years. Maybe because that felt so particularly traumatic, the idea of being all alone.
He sucks in a shakey breath.
".. I should've known though. That you're always with me." That he's never fully alone. "Just-- Just like you're saying now."
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His voice feels a little foreign to his ears, just a bit raw around the edges. Perhaps it is a remnant of his breakdown from earlier, or maybe it's because his emotions feel so raw in this moment too, like everything he's feeling is just stuck in his throat, and his voice is having a hard time squeezing itself past all of that.
But he does mean it, what he's saying. He doesn't think it's something Tidus is just doing with him. Even when he's around Taiki, or Jingyi, or any of their other friends.. Tidus is someone who makes other people shine. It's just what he does. Tidus isn't like a star, shining all by himself. He's like the sun, shining his light on everyone else, and making them shine too.
Inigo is just lucky to be able to task in that light, he thinks, as he now stares into Tidus's eyes.
He has a hard time holding the gaze when he feels this overwhelmed with emotion, but he tries anyway. It's the least he can do in return for the other. Whne Tidus is out here doing things that are difficult for him as well, like throwing around the l-word like that.
"But I-- I know. That you're that great. That.."
Inigo's voice trails off, and he shakes his head, still looking at the other.
"I was already worried, going into that mission. About everything back home, about our situation on the train.. and then this place-- it's like Ylisse. In so many ways."
The time and space travel inside of the distortions. The ruined wasteland. The undead warriors. It was just all a little bit too close for comfort.
"And in there, it felt.. it felt like back home, when I'd be fighting the Risen, and sometimes you'd be surrounded by so many of them that you wouldn't even have a clue anymore whether everyone else was still standing, if you weren't the only person left in a world full of those things." His voice shakes as he recalls it. It's been so long now since he's been in that wasteland - over a year on the train, and a few months of traveling to the past back home - but he can still recall it so clearly. Maybe because he's done it for years. Maybe because that felt so particularly traumatic, the idea of being all alone.
He sucks in a shakey breath.
".. I should've known though. That you're always with me." That he's never fully alone. "Just-- Just like you're saying now."