Cid felt the hand on his shoulder and the words of all of them. Cid looked back once more and thought, this wasn't his reality. This is what he hoped for. To see his comrades again, to finish his life's works and grow his collection, but most importantly, to send everyone home. He would die for that. A sternness came across his face as he looked back at the others and nodded. begining to move forward, as painful as it was emotionally.

He looked at the two and stated, "I'm not sure who will be next in our memories. But I know we have to be prepared." He chuckled, "In a way, I'm glad I was first, it's like ripping off a band-aid." Then proceeded to move forward, out of his dream of what he wanted, and into reality. But with a smile on his face, because he would not rest until that dream came true.