Laughing at Ffamran's misery now that he ruined that all too perfect mane of his, the doctor eased down to sit next to his son upon the bench. You are always so fussy about your looks." He muttered in jest. "You really shouldn't be such a narcissist, Ffamran. It's unbecoming of a young lad." Feeling obviously better, about his son’s presence here in Wutai, Cidolfus decided to let his guard down a bit.

"I sometimes wonder how different our lives would be if neither of us put up such a farce." He seemed a tad thoughtful now as he gazed up into the sky. "I know such a thought has no place here but I do honestly wonder how life would be away from the limelight of politics and science." As much as he truly adores his life as one of Draklor’s most famed researchers and confidant to the newly made emperor, there was a part of Cid that longed for a far similar life away from such grandeur.

“I suppose that’s just my weary bones speaking…” Cidolfus chuckled.