"Emet-Selch," Cid says quietly, his gaze wandering to the reflecting pools. "We are all that is left of Etheryis." The choice of term for the star is deliberate, and probably shocking. "I don't mean mankind. I mean the two of us. The three of us."

He shakes his head sadly. "I am not saying we become close friends. But I think the animosity, the hatred... the debates of right versus wrong all fall flat in the face of reality. The star... the peoples from it. It's all worth remembering. Even if you wish not share it with me."