"R-right," Cid agrees readily, trying to drown out the noises from the incensed reflection. He automatically moves to follow Emet-Selch, more than happy to leave the hallway and his jeering reflection behind.

He isn't able to walk more than a few fulms before a jeering voice echoes behind them.

"Fleeing, so soon? How utterly unbecoming of you. Are you truly so hesitant to look yourself in the eyes?"