[Something about Tidus is different this time. It's subtle, and kind of hard to point out. There's a slight shift in his eyes and expression, his characteristic smirk lacking any kindness and not reaching his eyes. But he looks completely at ease about something.]I guess there's a reason why I've always tried to avoid thinking too much. I was afraid of realizing the truth. Seymour had it right all along. We can't keep running from death, or try to fight it off. I can't protect Yuna from it, and there's no way I can protect her, or anyone else, from getting hurt.
This is just going to keep happening, isn't it?
[He glances at the sky, voice hollow.] It's a cycle that's been going on for a thousand years. A cycle that went on before that. Just a different face and nickname. The only thing I
can do, that any of us can do, is decide how we face it. I'm not going to let some stupid old parasite or statues playing god decide for me. If this is how it's going to be for me and Yuna, I'm taking all of Spira with me.