[ Cid raises his eyebrows, more out of surprise than anything. It really isn't like Viktor to ask for help in this way, but this has shaken him.

It had shaken Cid too, the first time it had happened to him. ]

You're Summoned. Popular and well-liked besides. Some might consider using that to curry sympathy or advantage in the court of public opinion, but it isn't really your preference or mine. [ Cid waves a hand, dismissing the idea. ]

I suppose if you really want to stop people being harmed by your work, past and present, then it's the war itself you've got to stop. Little need for weapons without it. [ He inclines his head, offering a brief, wry smile. He knows it isn't useful. If any of them knew how to stop the war, it would be stopped by now. ] Personally, I'd consider currying favor with our hosts to put myself in just the right position to misbehave.