[It isn't the first time he's had people ask questions about his third eye. It's why, in all honest, he hides it. He would have preferred to stay with the people who reacted to him in what might have been fear as opposed to the well-armed guards, but there's naught to be done about it. Given the compromised situation, and general... well. Behavior of his captors, he's as terse as he can be without testing the guards.
He knows too well how the Garlean Empire treats prisoners; Cid isn't taking any chances at all.
If anyone looks like they're getting too antsy, or like they're ready to fight, he'll try to catch their eye.]
Don't test them. I've experience with this sort.
[Which isn't to say he likes them. At all. It's obvious how much they anger him, how clearly he's swallowing his words. The fact that their captors seem like they don't know what to do with him isn't doing anything for his nerves.]
II [He doesn't talk much until the group stops for the first time, taking in their surroundings. He hadn't been in a position to explore the shrine, but now in the forest, he looks around with great interest. At least, as far as they're allowed to go under watch of the ever-present guard.
It's not nearly enough for him to get a grasp on where they could be, beyond it's nowhere on Hydaelyn.
Cid isn't the sort to take stock in dreams, but what he'd experienced had been... well, he doesn't know for certain, but it sure felt like the descriptions of the Echo he'd been told. Not that there's anything he can do about that.]
Strange that we've been brought to ruins. It bodes ill.
Cid Garlond | Final Fantasy XIV | The Artisan | no endwalker spoilers
[It isn't the first time he's had people ask questions about his third eye. It's why, in all honest, he hides it. He would have preferred to stay with the people who reacted to him in what might have been fear as opposed to the well-armed guards, but there's naught to be done about it. Given the compromised situation, and general... well. Behavior of his captors, he's as terse as he can be without testing the guards.
He knows too well how the Garlean Empire treats prisoners; Cid isn't taking any chances at all.
If anyone looks like they're getting too antsy, or like they're ready to fight, he'll try to catch their eye.]
Don't test them. I've experience with this sort.
[Which isn't to say he likes them. At all. It's obvious how much they anger him, how clearly he's swallowing his words. The fact that their captors seem like they don't know what to do with him isn't doing anything for his nerves.]
II
[He doesn't talk much until the group stops for the first time, taking in their surroundings. He hadn't been in a position to explore the shrine, but now in the forest, he looks around with great interest. At least, as far as they're allowed to go under watch of the ever-present guard.
It's not nearly enough for him to get a grasp on where they could be, beyond it's nowhere on Hydaelyn.
Cid isn't the sort to take stock in dreams, but what he'd experienced had been... well, he doesn't know for certain, but it sure felt like the descriptions of the Echo he'd been told. Not that there's anything he can do about that.]
Strange that we've been brought to ruins. It bodes ill.