[As Cid shakes his head by the horns, he simply stares at him placidly. Well, not entirely, there's a little bit of agitation behind his eyes at least. He is feeling something here.]

We could have saved him, together, as was always intended. Yet, you chose to abandon everything because you lack faith and conviction. Never could you commit to aught but yourself—even that I am not so certain of.

[He lets out a breath through his nose, frowning. He chooses to ignore the question, and instead responds with:]

Enough. I did not bring you here so we could fight.