[Disappointingly, Cid suggests that they try other options before Viktor pokes around in his head. Fair enough, he supposes, though he'll certainly insist it will be the most efficient way to get to the bottom of things, especially if whatever has Cid's memories locked away seems to be failing.
He seems to ponder this for a second, gazing over the disparate parts on the tabletop. Very gingerly, Viktor reaches out with his third hand to pick up the cylinder, the one marked with little dots that catch tiny metal combs when it turns inside the casing.]
What about playing the song?
[It feels silly, not to have that thought occur to him before, but in his defense, this has always been about fixing the music box, not necessarily reproducing it. Viktor is sure he can rig something up quickly, if only so they can hear what it was meant to play.]
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He seems to ponder this for a second, gazing over the disparate parts on the tabletop. Very gingerly, Viktor reaches out with his third hand to pick up the cylinder, the one marked with little dots that catch tiny metal combs when it turns inside the casing.]
What about playing the song?
[It feels silly, not to have that thought occur to him before, but in his defense, this has always been about fixing the music box, not necessarily reproducing it. Viktor is sure he can rig something up quickly, if only so they can hear what it was meant to play.]