His expression isn't fixed in place; by nature he's not a welcoming man, but he turns his arm to take gloved wrist in gloved hand anyway. It might even be encouraging, the squeak of leather and the whisper of fabric. Zanarkand's nights are warm enough that he doesn't actually need these things, the layers meant to protect from fiends' sharp teeth and ward away inclement weather. There's rain from time to time, and dark storms pass overhead that make the streets and buildings shine under their inundation, but to the people here it's nothing more than an inconvenience.
That's all most things are.
It occurs to him to question if Tidus feels the same. If he's just as bored, just as wearied, just as ill-at-ease. If he isn't looking for his own escape, knowing there's nowhere to run to. Maybe they can understand one another in some small way, after all.
But rather than asking, he says instead, in his usual tone of voice, "I made my decision a very long time ago."
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His expression isn't fixed in place; by nature he's not a welcoming man, but he turns his arm to take gloved wrist in gloved hand anyway. It might even be encouraging, the squeak of leather and the whisper of fabric. Zanarkand's nights are warm enough that he doesn't actually need these things, the layers meant to protect from fiends' sharp teeth and ward away inclement weather. There's rain from time to time, and dark storms pass overhead that make the streets and buildings shine under their inundation, but to the people here it's nothing more than an inconvenience.
That's all most things are.
It occurs to him to question if Tidus feels the same. If he's just as bored, just as wearied, just as ill-at-ease. If he isn't looking for his own escape, knowing there's nowhere to run to. Maybe they can understand one another in some small way, after all.
But rather than asking, he says instead, in his usual tone of voice, "I made my decision a very long time ago."