[ Other than all of it? That earns him a soft exhale, brief enough that it's nearly a laugh, though Cid doesn't find anything about the situation particularly funny. All of it encompasses eight hundred odd years... time that they don't have, despite what the dream might have told them.

He lets Clive sort through it himself, watching his face. It's a complicated question. Jill had been kind enough to fill him in on the broad strokes of it all, Ultima's plan and Mythos' role in it.

Cid props his arm against the back of the couch and leans his cheek against his fist. He's silent for a moment after Clive speaks, thoughtful. ]

You had the power to save all Valisthea — still do, I imagine, given the right circumstances, whether you go by Mythos or Clive.... but in the time that I've known you, you've never coveted power — only purpose. [ Cid shifts to take a swallow of wine himself. (It's a good thing, too, because the liquid sloshes precariously when he gestures toward Clive with the cup still in-hand.) ] Perhaps the question is twofold — if you wanted to remain as Mythos, then to what purpose would you wish for it? Here and now; what path could Fate offer, that you might yet be tempted to embrace it?