[He's silent, as per usual. Contemplative, too. Another hallmark trait of his. Cid the Outlaw? That doesn't ring any bells, and thinking on it gives him nothing but pain, so he stops. That he knows a thing or two about machines, well, that certainly seems odd for a lowly criminal.]

Perhaps, then, the moniker is a misnomer. There may be those who believe you a criminal, and yet those who think otherwise. A criminal is only branded thus by those with the authority to make it so, regardless of true justice. Without the proper context, we might never know the truth of it.

[He pauses, looking Cidolfus over with careful consideration.]

Are you concerned it may have been me who wielded the brand?