"There is that doubt." The reflection says sharply. "The doubt that saw to the ruin of the world. All because you 'can't do it alone'."

The images in the mirror shift, and now the reflection wears the tattered clothing from a ruined future. The fabric frays, the soot marks streak across cloth which used to be pristine white, and the faint spatter of blood on his sleeve which is made clear. "One by one they fell. The very person who stood by you was the first sacrifice to your inhibition."

Emet-Selch finally rounds the corner and the sound comes to a stop. He looks at the reflection and then to Cid before folding his arms. "What did you do now?" He asks, flatly.