Whether or not it made sense, it wasn't exactly what Cid would have liked to hear. In short, Paixao was beginning to to sound like the worst place he'd ever heard. He'd just have to hope that none of the people he'd seen defeated in the past three years showed up.

"I'd like it better if the place had some sort of airship," he grumbled.

Or a sky. That would help. Well, as long as he had some method of flying at least. Fucking domes keeping him from the sky.