Dr. Cid One Liners
For the one_liners community. It hasn't even been approved yet, but I went ahead and finished it.

001. Birth.
When his third son was born, he decided he wasn’t going to make any mistakes this time; the best laid plans are often the ones that go awry.

002. Death.
He wanted his last words to his son to be pleasant ones, but he couldn’t think of anything other than “fool of a pirate.”

003. Angry.
When Cid looked into his son’s eyes at the Pharos, he wasn’t entirely certain he had ever seen anger before.

004. Awake.
Cid himself was the only person who was never amazed by just how often he was awake at odd hours of the morning working out some detail or another.

005. Ball.
Somewhere lying around Cid’s house, there’s an old ball that Ffamran used to play with; Cid popped the thing one day, but he didn’t throw it away.

006. Books.
He used to read them constantly; now he mostly stares at stones.

007. Bound.
Cid didn’t mind being bound to Venat; he didn’t have anyone else left to monopolize his attention.

008. Butterfly.
Once, while Cid was in the middle of researching, a butterfly landed on his nose; he didn’t notice.

009. Champagne.
Champaigne was something Cid sipped politely at social functions; when he was alone and found himself thinking about things past, his drink of choice was hard liquor.

010. Choice.
Focusing on nethicite was the right one, but sometimes he wonders.

011. Confused.
The only times Cid was confused were the times he dreamed he still had a wife and children around, and then he woke up.

012. Curse.
The nethicite was a wonderful breakthrough and a fascinating topic; unfortunately it was also a curse in disguise.

013. Dawn.
At dawn, Cid would either be still awake from a long night of work, or trying desperately to stay asleep.

014. Dusk.
At dusk, Cid was usually sitting down to dinner, though he rarely paid much attention to the food.

015. Midnight.
Cid rarely noticed the passing of midnight anymore; he was sure to be awake for a while yet.

016. Universe.
Sometimes Cid felt like he had the universe in the palm of his hand; other times he felt like it was all slipping away from him.

017. First Kiss.
Admittedly most parents never hear about their child’s first kiss, but Cid wouldn’t have enough of a clue to even guess.

018. Embarrassed.
One thing Cid never showed to anyone else was his embarrassment over not knowing exactly when it was that Ffamran had left.

019. Exhausted.
He was exhausted much of the time, but there wasn’t anything to do for it but press onward.

020. Fireflies.
On rare occasions when his children were young, they would go out and try to catch fireflies; in the end, it looked as if the fireflies had caught him.

021. Flirty.
Even at his age, Cid never failed to attract female attention, but at this point he simply didn’t bother to notice.

022. Ghost.
Once he died, he thought maybe he would haunt his son, but then he realized he didn’t need to make the effort.

023. Gold.
Sometimes, when Cid was exceptionally tired, he found himself becoming fascinated by the way the colors of the nethicite reflected off of the gold accents in his clothing.

024. Silver.
The increasing silver in his hair was the only sign of his hidden anguish, and that was equally attributable to his age.

025. Intimidated.
There were times when Cid was overwhelmed by his work, but he would never let himself be intimidated.

026. Happy.
He was once, and he tells himself that he still is now.

027. Hero.
If Vayne has a hero, Cid assumes he’s the closest thing to it; who else multiplies the man’s power in quite the same way?

028. Villain.
He doesn’t mind being called a villain; someday, years and years hence, people may call him a hero.

029. Lonely.
Research is all that Cid really needs; he’ll never admit that he misses having a family.

030. Love Letters.
They’re a keepsake of his wife, safely tucked away in the back of a desk drawer, where no one will think to look for them.

031. Messenger.
With Venat as his messenger, Cid barely needed to pay any attention anymore to the outside world.

032. Mischievous.
If there was one aspect in which Cid’s son took after him, it was that they both had a mischievous streak and a flair for the theatrical.

033. Moment.
Cid knew that only a single moment truly separated the difference between “Ffamran” and “Balthier,” but he didn’t know which one.

034. Months.
How many months had passed since Ffamran had disappeared; Cid didn’t know anymore.

035. Music.
Music was a frivolity Cid could no longer afford.

036. Nature.
The workings of nature, he was sure, could all be controlled by the workings of man; someday he would conquer them all.

037. Nostalgic.
It was a mood that he tried with all his might to avoid getting into.

038. Poison.
It was something he realized far too late in his career: nethicite is a poison for the mind.

039. Predatory.
Most people would be intimidated by Vayne’s predatory nature; Cid watched it with mild amusement.

040. Restless.
Cid wasn’t sure which took more of his sleep: continued thoughts about the research ahead of him, or regret for everything that was behind him.

041. Sphinx.
The Occurians were to Cid as a Sphynx challenging him to riddles; he could only hope that his answer truly proved to be correct.

042. Sunrise.
He only notices that he’s been up all night working when sunlight starts to shine through the window.

043. Sunset.
He used to find them beautiful to watch, but it’s been a while since he’s noticed one.

044. Runaway.
Maybe if he had paid to his life a fraction of the attention he gave to his research, his son wouldn’t have been one.

045. Shadow.
Sometimes he sees a shadow out of the corner of his eye and absentmindedly thinks Ffamran has come into the room to ask him something, but in the end it’s only his imagination.

046. Sleep.
Cid hasn’t gotten a decent night’s sleep in years; it seems his mind is always working, even when his body isn’t.

047. Spanking.
Cid had always thought that good parents didn’t spank their children; on the other hand, children of good parents don’t run away, either.

048. Thankful.
Cid could never fully express how grateful he was to Venat for keeping him focused on his research instead of his life.

049. Treasure.
To him, treasure comes in the form of knowledge and realization; apparently his son was more drawn to the kind that pirates seek.

050. Vulnerable.
Cid’s policy, which seemed to work well enough, was to counter vulnerability with insanity.