[ Well, that answers that question. He can't say that he's surprised.
Cid pulls out a bottle of wine and a pair of old cups, and sets himself to pouring them each a drink. Leave it to Clive to be the one asking after him. ]
I've been telling myself it was a dream, or a vision of sorts. Shouldn't put too much stock in it. [ He walks over to hand one of the cups to Clive before he settles on the couch himself, one leg folded under him so that he can face his shaken protege. He looks off for a moment, gaze unfocused. ]
Doesn't make it feel any less real. Like one of those nightmares that follow you into the waking world. [ Cid shakes his head. ] What is it that's got you so rattled? What part of it?
[ Cid can make a half-dozen guesses himself, but this one isn't for him. It's all well and good having your demons dragged out, but sometimes you've got to name them for yourself. ]
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Cid pulls out a bottle of wine and a pair of old cups, and sets himself to pouring them each a drink. Leave it to Clive to be the one asking after him. ]
I've been telling myself it was a dream, or a vision of sorts. Shouldn't put too much stock in it. [ He walks over to hand one of the cups to Clive before he settles on the couch himself, one leg folded under him so that he can face his shaken protege. He looks off for a moment, gaze unfocused. ]
Doesn't make it feel any less real. Like one of those nightmares that follow you into the waking world. [ Cid shakes his head. ] What is it that's got you so rattled? What part of it?
[ Cid can make a half-dozen guesses himself, but this one isn't for him. It's all well and good having your demons dragged out, but sometimes you've got to name them for yourself. ]