Hes as unassuming as they come. The cigarette dangling from between his broken lips is never moved, but neither lit. Lines define his grizzled visage, bags under his once bright eyes. Theyre dull these days, a metallic blue; hard after the destruction of his world and one true love. Cid Highwind wasnt always this way, but this is how the Restoration Committee knows him, have always known him. A hard worker, reliable, honest, astute... someone who has always been there and will always be there for them. Someone who has lost everything, and will do his best to restore the world he loved.
And as he taps away at a keyboard or helps with the planning of the Restoration, only one person knows theres so much more to him than meets the eye.
The world was gray.
The walls were gray, the floor was gray.
Even the sheets and the curtains waving in the wind were gray; as though the decorator of such a dismal place had