You’re supposed to hold your breath, you know. Though that’s not too good for you either. End up drowning on dry land.

[He watches him practice his walk until he’s no longer staring T his own feet. ]

That you should retire from swordsmanship and I should be retired completely. Maybe if she’s feeling generous she’ll still let me sweep the stairs for bread crusts and a bowl of milk.

[Cid joins him, watching the bots from their hidden spot backstage. Cid starts taking mental notes, counting the steps, and starts moving his feet in time. He always looks pretty serious, but especially now as he lets his knack for observation take over and do the work. ]