"The only assumption I've made is that you aren't as heartless as you like to claim you are," Cid says coolly. He knows himself well enough to know he's more than a little strongheaded. It's caused countless arguments between him and Nero in the past.
"Let me tell you a tale I learned of not so long ago. Pray understand I do not mean it as an attack." He sighs quietly. "The— circumstances forced the Warrior of Light and Scions to the very ends of the universe, where they encountered remnants of worlds already long dead. One such world was one of mask-wearing giants who had solved all ills there ever could be. No war, no disease. No suffering. It was only after eliminating all sadness did they realize so too had they eliminated joy. Rather than find a lasting solution, they chose to annihilate themselves."
He sighs again. "I am not saying I believe that would have been the Ancients' fates, had the Sundering never occurred. I speculate on sciences, not fate." Cid lifts his hand up, holding up two fingers. "The race that destroyed the Dragonstar, mechanical beings who had given up organic form for for logic, despaired upon the death of the dragons, as there were no longer worlds worth conquering. A single entity of that race was the only one spared from death. One I am almost certain was Omega."
Maybe there's a reason he'd chosen that particular form for his familiar after all. Something desperate to return to a home that no longer exists. "Humanity, as different as we are from what we once were, isn't so different from the rest of the cosmos. The Ancients seem to have been the sole exception. It makes me sorry I remember naught of that world."
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"Let me tell you a tale I learned of not so long ago. Pray understand I do not mean it as an attack." He sighs quietly. "The— circumstances forced the Warrior of Light and Scions to the very ends of the universe, where they encountered remnants of worlds already long dead. One such world was one of mask-wearing giants who had solved all ills there ever could be. No war, no disease. No suffering. It was only after eliminating all sadness did they realize so too had they eliminated joy. Rather than find a lasting solution, they chose to annihilate themselves."
He sighs again. "I am not saying I believe that would have been the Ancients' fates, had the Sundering never occurred. I speculate on sciences, not fate." Cid lifts his hand up, holding up two fingers. "The race that destroyed the Dragonstar, mechanical beings who had given up organic form for for logic, despaired upon the death of the dragons, as there were no longer worlds worth conquering. A single entity of that race was the only one spared from death. One I am almost certain was Omega."
Maybe there's a reason he'd chosen that particular form for his familiar after all. Something desperate to return to a home that no longer exists. "Humanity, as different as we are from what we once were, isn't so different from the rest of the cosmos. The Ancients seem to have been the sole exception. It makes me sorry I remember naught of that world."