[ It's reassuring to hear Cid doesn't blame him. It doesn't ease his guilt the entire way, but most of it is washed away by his words, and he gives the older man a half nod, glancing away. ]

And we did. A new one, in the middle of a lake, not far from the old.

[ And then he smiles, looing back at Cid, some mirth returning to his features. ]

And we couldn't just let Cid the Outlaw die. Someone had to take his name.