"Alright, sure, I'll give you the world," Tidus submits. "I wouldn't put it past some of the guys I met. But the kind of dances I could have gone to? You weren't there. Guys like you didn't exist."
And how much of that does he want to explain? He doubts Nida will believe him, and there's some safety in that, but that doesn't make it comfortable. His mouth pulls to a side.
"You could have just been a guy who really liked to dance there."
He doesn't try to sell it as anything other than how it sounds: a fantasy.
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"Alright, sure, I'll give you the world," Tidus submits. "I wouldn't put it past some of the guys I met. But the kind of dances I could have gone to? You weren't there. Guys like you didn't exist."
And how much of that does he want to explain? He doubts Nida will believe him, and there's some safety in that, but that doesn't make it comfortable. His mouth pulls to a side.
"You could have just been a guy who really liked to dance there."
He doesn't try to sell it as anything other than how it sounds: a fantasy.