"These illusions were confined to these mirrors. Break the source, break the enchantment," Emet-Selch says with a clipped tone of voice. The specter might be gone but the frustration he feels is still present.

His eyes slide over to Cid briefly before turning to head for the room across the hall. This would have made for an ample opportunity to procure some of that oh-so-coveted 'sand', but he hardly sees the point.

Instead, he makes for the exit without another word.