[ He takes the cup without comment, fingers gripping the outside rim as he swirls the liquid inside in thought, rolling the question around in his mind for a moment or two before he raises the cup to his lips to take a drink. ]

Other than all of it? [ He swallows the liquid, chasing the taste of the wine with his tongue on his lips, like maybe it'll help sweeten the words that are about to come out of them next. He glances over at Cid before affixing his gaze on the wall ahead. ]

The name. Mythos. It's what Ultima insisted on calling me, what Barnabas called me. And that while I could easily become a man, I chose to stay in the body of Ifrit— of Mythos. And so I wonder... Is there a part of me that does want that?

[ The thought tastes vile, and he takes another drink, longer this time, nearly draining the cup by half. ]