[He is SO glad this isn't video, because this has brought him close to tears and he hasn't cried since he was sixteen and refuses to start now.]

This is how we are, Cid. How we have been for almost a decade. We bicker and we play spiteful games. We fight until one of us retreats and repeat it all only moments later.

I had tried to shed my ties to you, and for six years I was free of both name and title. No longer was I the 'prodigal son', but a man in my own right. Yet that does not overshadow what caused me to get the courage to leave in the first place. The very fact that you were...

...that you were cruel, father.