[No, it's not right. Underneath Viktor's expressionless mask something shifts, though Cid can't see it. He's not sure why those words in particular have sent a little jolt through him, but it happens all the same. A moment of vertigo, something he should not be feeling--flashes of memory, ones that he does his best to push out of his mind.]
No.
[Definitive as he sounds, there's a shift in his posture, and in his voice. He stands, clearly intending to retreat deeper into his workshop.]
no subject
No.
[Definitive as he sounds, there's a shift in his posture, and in his voice. He stands, clearly intending to retreat deeper into his workshop.]
I think it's time for you to leave.
[He has work to do, and it can't wait.]