We may as well. Maybe we're meant to do it properly, without any mistakes. Had it been me wounded, I likely wouldn't have recovered. I don't feel like finding out if that's true either.

Yet... how this reset is beyond my understanding. Is this a dream? It feels real enough.

[He unlocks the door, and they pass through to indeed see the room back to how it was. No holes in anything. No blood on the floor. Cid approaches and takes up a gun. He hops over the wall and shoots his cut outs at point blank. Unsportsmanlike, but fast and certain. He gives little thought to where he places each bullet hole. ]