Cid stares at his reflection, transfixed, his mouth hanging open. "That's not," he begins, even though he has no idea what he's protesting. Some part of him thinks it must be true, that the Seventh Umbral Calamity had already been his fault. That he should have done more. That other him from the Eight Umbral Calamity... he'd lost so many people. Some Chief he'd been.

It takes him a very long moment to even realize he's been addressed as he pivots to look at Emet-Selch, his eyes wide. "I..." he begins, without having a clue what he's about to say. Behind him, something changes in one of the mirrors, like a planar fissure to the Void opening as a lone figure emerges: a man in dark robes with silver-white hair and golden eyes that seems to grow from neutral to angry in an instant, scowling at the sight of Emet-Selch.