They stare at the display together for a moment. All the way until the much too familiar text appears - and nothing else.

".. same as always, huh?" Inigo can't help but say. He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, even as he clings to Tidus's hand more tightly than a moment ago. "Guess we'll see if it's listened to even a little bit of that eventually."

Though the chance is very small, and Inigo knows it. He's told the train often enough how worried he is about the people who left.