Life was cruel---that was the only explanation for why these things kept happening. Tidus hurried forward, recognizing a terrible familiarity about the distraught child and his mother. It certainly brought up his own feelings, but he needed to shove those aside. For now, he knew that exhausted healer---and she needed someone.

"Selphie," he breathed miserably, kneeling by the group and bowing his head. He had no clue where he was or what he was supposed to do, but he remembered: she was a friend.