He didn't tell Squall? No, of course not; but he nearly forgot, the story told too many times (a story that shouldn't exist), exhausted in him.
Regardless -- Tidus shakes his head.
"I went to the Head." He knows it may get him judged, but he's not going to stop or care. He's looking at the ground as he repeats the story -- one still fresh in him. "After she disappeared. I asked them about it -- the year. It told me they made a mistake -- she'd been here before, so they sent her back. You remember the other thing, don't you?"
He looks at Squall then. "The reason for the year: because it takes that long to get us back home again."
Tidus had forgotten for a while, but after everything, it clicked back into his mind. Another lie to the pile. But with it said, Tidus looks away again.
"It showed me a recording as proof that she'd returned. It was home -- but it was from her perspective. I heard her, but it was like...seeing from her eyes."
It had been baffling, but his mind had been a fog at the time. Wanting to believe, grasping for false hopes.
"I went back, and a few days later...I found her. In the city. It was exactly like her. It had her voice, her face...everything was...her." Think about it, his mind urges, but Tidus refuses. Refuses to be anything but monotone, repeating a script he's gone through before. "I thought it was her, until she -- her voice clipped. Like a TV skipping. It wasn't..."
He stops. He won't say anything more or try, staring transfixed at the same spot on the ground.
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Regardless -- Tidus shakes his head.
"I went to the Head." He knows it may get him judged, but he's not going to stop or care. He's looking at the ground as he repeats the story -- one still fresh in him. "After she disappeared. I asked them about it -- the year. It told me they made a mistake -- she'd been here before, so they sent her back. You remember the other thing, don't you?"
He looks at Squall then. "The reason for the year: because it takes that long to get us back home again."
Tidus had forgotten for a while, but after everything, it clicked back into his mind. Another lie to the pile. But with it said, Tidus looks away again.
"It showed me a recording as proof that she'd returned. It was home -- but it was from her perspective. I heard her, but it was like...seeing from her eyes."
It had been baffling, but his mind had been a fog at the time. Wanting to believe, grasping for false hopes.
"I went back, and a few days later...I found her. In the city. It was exactly like her. It had her voice, her face...everything was...her." Think about it, his mind urges, but Tidus refuses. Refuses to be anything but monotone, repeating a script he's gone through before. "I thought it was her, until she -- her voice clipped. Like a TV skipping. It wasn't..."
He stops. He won't say anything more or try, staring transfixed at the same spot on the ground.