[This is the first time Cid has given a name to it. Viktor files that away, but otherwise begins his usual routine. He takes the music box, gives it a cursory inspection for any obvious changes, and then begins to carefully remove the casing so that he can get at the inner workings. He's meticulous as always, making a show of being especially delicate so as not to worry Cid.
Though, it certainly sounds like other things are on his mind today. Viktor half-listens, content to let him ramble until he starts asking questions about Viktor's own choices, ones he's long-since stopped justifying. He cannot expect most of the others to understand.
When it becomes clear that this is not actually about fixing the music box and more about talking, Viktor sets it aside and gives Cid his attention, though not without an exasperated sigh.]
The choices I made were my own. I targeted...distractions, and that has worked out well for me, even if you don't think so. [He's clear about the fact that he doesn't regret this, and doesn't seem troubled, even if Cid has given him a slight moment of pause.] But I wonder if your lack of memory regarding this object may be the key to repairing it.
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[This is the first time Cid has given a name to it. Viktor files that away, but otherwise begins his usual routine. He takes the music box, gives it a cursory inspection for any obvious changes, and then begins to carefully remove the casing so that he can get at the inner workings. He's meticulous as always, making a show of being especially delicate so as not to worry Cid.
Though, it certainly sounds like other things are on his mind today. Viktor half-listens, content to let him ramble until he starts asking questions about Viktor's own choices, ones he's long-since stopped justifying. He cannot expect most of the others to understand.
When it becomes clear that this is not actually about fixing the music box and more about talking, Viktor sets it aside and gives Cid his attention, though not without an exasperated sigh.]
The choices I made were my own. I targeted...distractions, and that has worked out well for me, even if you don't think so. [He's clear about the fact that he doesn't regret this, and doesn't seem troubled, even if Cid has given him a slight moment of pause.] But I wonder if your lack of memory regarding this object may be the key to repairing it.