Buy a viewer/projector and Tidus would do it in a flash. Meet him in the games corner for a butt kicking.

But for the present, he hums some to Xehanort's view; tilting his head against his shoulder, eyes closing, but his voice clear. "It's amazing, when you put it like that. ...It's all some people have," he adds, as if to add credence to the picture painted. "Lot of people can't go home; there's nowhere else for them. If you get to come back from the dead and stay living-"

He opens his eyes. A pause before he admits: "I'd be fine with it, if we had a choice. Give people a choice, and you'd get people clamouring to be a part of it. Dead, alive- plenty out there willing to be a hero for a while and have somewhere to be."

Belong? It might be the better word, but belong doesn't sit well with him, so he doesn't say it.