Huh. Tidus listens, feeling he should know this, but the fact the title was political also escaped his memory. But how far back was he even digging into his memories to remember such a thing as a prince?

"Actually, 'til you said the word, I forgot they were a thing." His brow scrunches in thought. "It's something I...read once, I think. As a kid." And even then, his mind conjured up childish imagery, or a singular one: a picture book illustration, that the haze of the years since he must have seen it makes him see nothing but colours.

How much did used to exist though, before the war? His gaze had escaped the table with his thoughts, but Tidus looks back at Loki, smiling as he eases himself back into the present. Somewhat.

"A lot where I come from doesn't exist anymore." He gives a slight shrug of the shoulders. "But there's a big religion that says what people can and can't do. I guess it's similar."

Or the closest comparison he can come up with to politics.