[The speaker's voice is laced with a bit of annoyance, but much stronger than that is weariness. The rustling of trees' leaves being blown in the wind can be heard in the background.]
This must be a joke. Nothing but a cruel, extremely unusual joke from a being with a sadistic sense of humor. I am well acquainted with the fun of irony at this
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No way...
[He paused briefly before continuing.]
Cid, is that you?
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You surprise me, Rygdea. If I were you, I would hardly want to even speak to me.
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[He was hoping to hold off this conversation for later, but...]
We were all was fooled, right? Each one of us fooled by none other than Galenth Dysley himself. No one knew that the Primarch wasn't human. Hell, even I doubt the guys in PSICOM know. None of us knew what the heck was goin' on, but we did at least suspect somethin' was wrong.
If Barthandelus got to you and made you a l'Cie, then what good is blaming you? Like you said, you was nothin' but a pawn; another slave to a fal'Cie...
[Which makes him wonder if everything about the Cavalry was nothing more than a lie, but he chases that thought away.]
We're fucking dead. What good is keeping a damn grudge?
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It might have been because Cid was furious at himself for what had gone on, so he couldn't fully understand how someone he had betrayed wouldn't feel the same.]
You do have a point. [He sighed.] I know that my apologies are pointless now, but you have them anyway.
[There was another pause before he spoke again, feeling as if it needed to be said, maybe for his own sake more than anything.]
You did not make a mistake in believing in the man I once was. That was not a lie. I was no fal'Cie pawn when you first served under me. My ideals were true. I may not be that same man anymore, but it was not always a lie.
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...That better not be a lie.
[Unsure of what else to say, Rygdea chose to say nothing. He waved Cid along, gesturing for him to follow.]
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[And he nodded, following along.]
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Finally! Maybe I should have picked out a place on the lower levels.
[He grumbled.]
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[He placed his things down on the table as well, though in a less haphazard fashion.]
...strange, really, to think of living somewhere other than the Lindblum.
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[He chuckled at Cid's last remark.]
What? Already gettin' sick of being grounded?
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[He could only chuckle back a little himself, really.]
The skies were our home for years.
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To be honest, it's a little weird to be grounded like this. It feels unnatural, Cid.
I keep expecting to see a clouds pass us by, but nothing moving.
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[He moved to sit down on the nearby couch, staring at the clothing he had just put on.]
...Wonderful. I will need to make holes for these damned wings.
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What? You got to be kiddin' me...
[Yeah, he almost forget about the stupid wings they have.]
Well, shit. I can't wear this anymore.
[He's not even going to try and cut holes into his uniform. Hell no.]
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[He got up off the couch again to start going through the pieces of his clothing, pausing at the cape.]
...This may not be feasible anymore, unless I find a decent way to cut holes in it...
[He sounded rather disappointed, actually. Cid liked his cape.]
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If ya ever get that tailored, you're gonna look ridiculous, Cid.
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