Oh come on, he hates that tone. So much. He doesn't need sympathetic tones. The world is a mess back home, he knows it. But he doesn't need it flaunted in his face. At least, though, Tidus resists the urge to try and console him. Nida might have punched the guy.

"Geez do I envy her," Nida says, wistful at the idea of living in space. Among the stars. He loves those as much as Tidus loves blitzball no doubt. "So, we've talked a bit about me. Tell me more about you."