Where's the orchestra?

Cid was still dumped. It was a state of being in his mind. He didn't
really understand women and Vincent's insistence that Shera never
wanted a family grated on him. Had she really stayed for so long, been
loyal for SO DAMN LONG, out of obligation. Was he really that
demanding? But he'd focus on her, because deep introspection was
something Cid wasn't skilled at. It had been a mess these past few
years. Zanorcade, Sephiroth, Kadaj, the mess with Weiss and Deep
Ground... was the planet done being on red alert yet? He frowned
again. Coming to Wutai had been to just get away. Cid wasn't sure what
to make of Vincent's revelations and his relationships either and
despite how hard Cid tried to focus on that and not himself, it all
came back to Shera.

This is why he was pacing Yuffie's giant house alone. He didn't want
to be alone, but Shelke had talked Vincent and Veld into going
somewhere. A little hiccup sort of sound drew his attention. There had
been a time when small noises wouldn't make Cid immediately assess his
situation. That time was about before the first time he'd almost been
blown to hell. It was... Yuffie. Oddly enough, he hadn't figured her
for a crier.

"Ya... alright?"

The look she threw him was not sad. Her big eyes glared at him through
tears and if she wasn't sad, he didn't quite understand. Thankfully
her expression softened.

"I'm angry, Cid."

"Yer cryin."

She gave a little snort. "Sometimes women cry when they are angry...
it doesn't make sense, but we do."

That didn't make any sense, but Cid was hard wired to stop women from
crying. "Whatcha cryin for?"

"I tried to get Cloud to come by, and he's... he's just like Vincent.
I'm just... I'm so mad. I don't care how bad a person Vincent
was, I don't care where Cloud was. No one should... just... I
want to take that haunted sort of expression and make it go away, Cid.
And it won't. And it's wrong. I want to take it out on someone, but
those people are dead and gone, aren't they? There's no one to blame
and I don't know how to help them fix it. I just, I wish that I could
hug them and not have them go all stiff like they expect something bad
to happen cause someone touched them." She made a huffy sound and
threw down the rag she was using to obsessively clean a counter. She
held the end of the counter tightly and hung her head. "You must think
I'm naive and stupid sometimes."