[ He knows that voice. It's seared into his memories and he almost thinks he's hearing things before he sets off at an immediate run, skidding to a halt a few feet away from Cid and Torgal, who turns when his master arrives, his bark clearly a happy one. Clive's hands clench and then open, his heart pounding in his chest.
He's always done his best to remember Cid as he was, not as he last saw him. Bold, confident, a man worth looking up to, a man who's name he's tried so hard to keep alive. A man who's name he's tried so hard to live up to. Cid's shoes have always been too large for Clive to fill, and he knows it, but he had to do something — for the people of the Hideaway. For Cid's memories. He's thought many times what he'd say to Cid if he ever saw him again — a thank you, an apology, an assertion that he'd continued what Cid had started, the confirmation that he'd taken Kupka out for what he'd done to the home Cid had worked so hard to build. But none of it comes to him now as he sees Cid in front him, taking one shaky step forward, and then another.
He's looking at a ghost, but he's never been more grateful for it. ]
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He's always done his best to remember Cid as he was, not as he last saw him. Bold, confident, a man worth looking up to, a man who's name he's tried so hard to keep alive. A man who's name he's tried so hard to live up to. Cid's shoes have always been too large for Clive to fill, and he knows it, but he had to do something — for the people of the Hideaway. For Cid's memories. He's thought many times what he'd say to Cid if he ever saw him again — a thank you, an apology, an assertion that he'd continued what Cid had started, the confirmation that he'd taken Kupka out for what he'd done to the home Cid had worked so hard to build. But none of it comes to him now as he sees Cid in front him, taking one shaky step forward, and then another.
He's looking at a ghost, but he's never been more grateful for it. ]
Cid? Is it really you?