Cid's eyes go wide, terror immediately welling up inside of him. As 'Marques', he'd been a shell of a man, blaming himself for things he couldn't even remember. Spending his days wondering why the pious of Eorzea would both with being kind to a Garlean like him.

Trying to figure out what direction to flee to isn't doing him any favors at the moment, disoriented as he is in the room full of reflections glaring right at him. "I... I can't not alone." It sounds weak, even to his own ears.