[ It causes him to pause, his fingers deep in Torgal's fur as the hound patiently sits and waits for his master. The thought he could do it, go home and live? He'd had hope about it, but it was an ephemeral thing, something the back of his mind always whispered wasn't real, it couldn't happen. But hearing someone else — someone he still respects even years after his death — say it? It flares up again, that hope, and Clive stands up, ruffling Torgal's fur as he turns to face Cid, his apology (for lack of a better term) accepted.

He glances off over in the distance for a moment, the walls of Rosaria castle rising off in the distance. ]

No one I'd listen to, [ he says with a bit of a smirk. ] Though if you ask Charon, there isn't anyone I listen to. [ He pauses, after a moment, and while the urge to hug Cid is there, he doesn't — though his fingers flex a little with the urge. ]

For what it's worth, Cid, I— I'm glad to see you again.