[ It feels like an easy question: exactly what he got, with all the trappings aside. He swirls the liquid in his cup as he thinks on it, ]

Her. [ It feels cliche and cheesy and too shallow of an answer, but if it really came down to it, if Fate walked up to him and told him he could have Jill and a family and wouldn't have to worry about anything else for the rest of his days, he'd just have to become Mythos to do it— ] One child. Maybe two, if she's willing. Just a place for us, away from everything that took everything from her.

[ He sets the cup down and buries his face in his hands, because even then, he still doesn't know if he'd say yes. ] But not if it meant giving up my humanity. She'd never forgive me for that, and I'd never be able to live with myself if she didn't. But if the question is temptation? [ He looks up at Cid, tired, ashamed, so in love with Jill that it hurts. ] I can't say it wouldn't tempt me. And I can't rightfully say that even with all the other chocobo shit that fantasy thrust on us, that I'm not grateful for being able to have a home and a son with her.