[Cid scrambles up over his head, trying to be both careful about his head and fingers while also being quick. As soon as he gets his knees, then feet onto the floor, he stands and turns. Dizzyingly, there is no way backwards.]

[He turns in a circle, he is walled off into a hallway with a message at the far end. Who should escape?

There he reads the names: Barnabas Tharmr, Cidolfus Telamon. And yet there is only one slot.]

Oh, what the fuck?! After all that? I should have guessed that the sick bastard who designed this place would end it like this as well!

[Of course he wanted out. If it was by deservedness, the other man literally carried him on his back. Yet at the same time, he could probably endure it again. Cid might be stuck here forever. Sweat drips down his neck.]