[ They are here. There's still a way, a means of helping everyone, and grasping that is a lot. He'd thrown himself into the task as soon as it was possible, seeing them pull back the people, but never having the opportunity to let it sink in. No one was going to be lost, no one -

Not if they could help it. Tidus lets himself accept it, relish in it, thankful. There were still likely people to save, but for this moment, Tidus wanted to let himself feel his emotions, go through their waves of grief and happiness. He's doubtful though, of what Inigo says - that he had anything to do with changing the train's mind, hard to believe for a second.

The train wasn't listening. It pulled back. It has so much power over him, and Tidus can barely fight it or get through to it.

It makes tears want to fall again, stinging his eyes. But Tidus lets himself soak into this embrace, this fuss he's being given, the gentle stroke of his hair. Embarrassing, but he wants it. He wants someone so near and close, so he doesn't have to feel alone. ]

Inigo...? ... if we ever get separated... if anything happens, I'll look for you. Even if it takes me years, I'll do it. So...

Don't forget it, wherever you are.