The question coaxes out a hurt in his eyes that is seldom seen, one that is quickly overtaken by anger and frustration. It's the same look he gives all those who dare touch on that subject matter, and there very few who ever knew of it and dared ask.

"You assume that I find it worth grieving." His response is uncaring, forcefully so, as he shrugs and aims to act as nonchalant as he may. "If you are looking for the Emperor that is lauded as the visionary who cared deeply for his people, you will not find them here."

Like a beast lashing out at someone who has wounded them, he then aims to make his words cut as deep as they could. "The Garlean Empire was founded to sew the seeds of chaos. And my, did they play their part beautifully in the fields of Carteneau. Wouldn't you agree?"

Specifically, the part Cid had to play.