Nothing. The ex-guardian's expression hardened to stone. He wanted to argue, to reject Hades' words, and to punch the infuriatin sneer off his face. Before he could, Hades had spun around and continued talking.
Compelled to see what was going on at the strategy table, he moved closer to it. He watched as the small version of himself fought the monsters, and then the Heartless. He didn't want to think that Hades was right. That he was powerless, and all his hard work on Spira had amounted to nothing. That everything he had done for Hades had been pointless. Hades had to be lying. The retort was on the tip of his tongue, but what he said next stopped Tidus. He put his hands on the table, hopeful again. "Then I'll get a keyblade."
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The ex-guardian's expression hardened to stone. He wanted to argue, to reject Hades' words, and to punch the infuriatin sneer off his face. Before he could, Hades had spun around and continued talking.
Compelled to see what was going on at the strategy table, he moved closer to it. He watched as the small version of himself fought the monsters, and then the Heartless. He didn't want to think that Hades was right. That he was powerless, and all his hard work on Spira had amounted to nothing. That everything he had done for Hades had been pointless. Hades had to be lying. The retort was on the tip of his tongue, but what he said next stopped Tidus. He put his hands on the table, hopeful again. "Then I'll get a keyblade."