[ For Cid, there's no real point in warning Viktor about the potential fallout of such an experiment when it's writ large all around them. If this isn't enough warning to deter him, he can't imagine that words will be effective... And frankly, a selfish part of him doesn't mind all that much. It would be nice to see him again, if he can pull it off. ]

I can see the appeal. [ He admits, returning that wry smile. ] When I was a lad, I couldn't wait to set sail for distant shores; my other prospects were grim, sure, but I wanted to see what the world was all about. [ He taps the centre of Viktor's chest with the back of his hand; a casual, affectionate gesture. ] But it's as you've said: I've got work to do, now. I'll expect some good stories when you get back here again.

[ He pauses then, considering. ] Actually, if you're not certain of your destination... I want to ask a favour of you. For old times' sake.