[ Cid holds his gaze for a long moment, the air between them charged with the static of an oncoming storm. In a real, physical fight, he could take Viktor. They're both gods — there's nothing they can do to each other that might be truly permanent. But then what? Viktor's stubborn will is more than a match for Cid's own. He can't force the man to do anything he doesn't want to do, and that's something that has always been true.
He sets the mask carefully on Viktor's workbench, though he wants badly to throw it down. ]
Go on, then. Keep living in your happy little dream. [ The static charge in the air hasn't dissipated, but he starts toward the door. When he moves past Viktor he places a hand on his metal shoulder and pauses only briefly. ] When you're ready to wake up, you know where to find me. See that you don't forget that.
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He sets the mask carefully on Viktor's workbench, though he wants badly to throw it down. ]
Go on, then. Keep living in your happy little dream. [ The static charge in the air hasn't dissipated, but he starts toward the door. When he moves past Viktor he places a hand on his metal shoulder and pauses only briefly. ] When you're ready to wake up, you know where to find me. See that you don't forget that.
[ He leaves everything else behind.
The pieces don't matter anymore, only the song. ]