It only took a day to lose his father, for as much as he hated him. It took less than that to lose his mother. That absence is more noticeable to Tidus than Auron might realize, even if he is used to it. He wants to be cared about, to be valued. Auron's the only person he can turn to for that, as the one that knows the real him.

Fans, teammates, they're temporary fixes... but Auron has chosen this path to being his rock. He needs to know its stable. He's waited too long to be assured of that.

He gives him a stern look when Auron looks at him, finally. He reaches out, grasping the sleeve of his haori in his gloved hand, before looking down at the boards of the deck.

"Obviously, that's what I'm saying."