"I hate it too," Balthier says. "But that's what impossible situations do. They force us to be cold and reserved because otherwise we'll break."

Is that what Cid had told himself? How many times?

"The important thing is that we can come back to being warm. That we keep examining if it was the right call. That it hurt."

Cid's face flashes in his mind, as he's dying. There should have been remorse there. Or anger. Or something, anything but his usual coldness.

He will not be his father.