[Cid shakes off the humiliation of all of that, simply hoping they wouldn’t get sent back there too soon. But by now he’d had the requisite practice. Cid feels his heart thump in his chest. Who was this man, really?]
[But he doesn’t have time to think about that, because as his eyes adjust to the next room, he reads the word aloud:]
Climb. Climb? I mean, with how my shoulder feels I’d rather not, but— Hold on, is that blood?
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[But he doesn’t have time to think about that, because as his eyes adjust to the next room, he reads the word aloud:]
Climb. Climb? I mean, with how my shoulder feels I’d rather not, but— Hold on, is that blood?