[ Cid makes a neutral sound at the back of his throat. Viktor didn't hand his technology over, and he certainly had no way of stopping whatever was being done with it, but Cid understands where he's coming from. He would feel the same. He's silent for a moment, considering. He taps the butt of the screwdriver against his palm. ] I worked for someone else, once. A king. For reasons of his own, he had no need of weapons. He never asked me to build any, never cared much for what I did with my time, so long as I did my job.

[ He's sure that Viktor can already see where he's going with this. Cid stands to pace, too restless to be still. ] Not long after I left his employ, his new warship crested the horizon, bearing his legions on her back and my engine in her belly. He was already formidable at sea, but now none could hope to match him.

[ He sits on the edge of a workbench and folds his arms across his chest. ] People keep telling me that things are different here, that I ought to keep an open mind... but they're not that different. If you're hoping to strike a deal with Portam Hall, don't expect that it'll stop them from doing this again.