... I don't think he's betrayed us, Cid. I just think... he's lost his way. Something. You can't tell me you don't think something is wrong!

I'm not giving up. You know this.

How's your shoulder, Cid? I'd really prefer it if you let a doctor look at you... but since I know you're more stubborn than a crossbred Chocobo, I'll let it slide. Want me to pick you up anything while I'm out on the town?