Cid shivers at the thoughts of a person's body being treated like such in it's death, but accepts the need as justified, sadly sadly justified.
He turns his head over to the group, "They are coming. They are all coming. They are going to kill us, if we don't hurry. We need to hurry. They are coming. We must hurry."
He rambles into something more silent, and waits for the horrible proposition that has been made to complete it's ramifications. He then encourages the group once again, "We must hurry, those who want us killed our digging thier way out of the rubble we came from. If we leave now, we would be much better off. And as for triggering that wretched trap, I do not condone the use of bodies in such a way, but I will tolerate it given the concern of the times. I assume we cannot reset such a trap, but it would have aided us to have left it for the villainous and mob-like pursuers we have recruited. Please, concern yourself not with things of value, as the gods make sure that we divine races are shielded from the need for that which we cannot have. Make haste, make haste!"
Cid seems ready to run down the halls, away from the threats of so many non-believers. He sure as hell would love to try convincing them all of his beliefs, but he's crazy, not naive.