[Ferran clears his throat, feeling uncertain as to what sort of impressions he's been giving off. Mostly, he feels it's been 'sad, pathetic, and in great need of help,' which doesn't exactly speak to any reciprocity on his end.]

I... guess that must be the case.

[This was the lecture Rikku was warning him about, even if she didn't know it at the time. He threads his own fingers together, mirroring Karin's position but with significantly less confidence, as the anxious tightening of his grip might imply. The moons' pull on him hasn't yet evaporated.]

That's part of why... nothing has felt like "enough," yet. Temporary jobs, selling what amounts to pieces of myself— [ferran maybe you should be a little more on the down low about—no? ok] —it's surviving, but that's it.

I don't like the thought of owing more than I can repay.