[Cid stops dancing as soon as the hand hits his shoulder. Clive is a bit taller than him, and he really has changed. The life is truly back in his eyes. His presence is sturdier. It’s surreal. He knew Clive would carry the mantle, he never dreamed that he’d see what that looked like.]

I was always going to die. You know that, right? But I’m here now, though, seeing as the universe figured I wasn’t finished.

[He’s starting to feel all his drinks on his half-empty stomach. He reaches up, hand on Clive’s jaw before giving his scar a sharp pinch. That’s right, Clive. No one likes to see the show girls cry. Which is why he wasn’t about to ask about Mid, even though it gnawed at him.]

Well. Our dream’s been put on the back burner for another, similar dream. And we’ve got to dance for it.

Ready?