[Barnabas hears the other man, but his focus is on the searing hot key that is cooking his flesh as he holds it, and what other burns the torch offered him despite his swiftness. The pain is, well, horrible, but he does not find himself reacting to it much. His emotions staying neutral and stoic as he ignores Cid and makes his way to the door with purpose. For all his hand seems to be healing from the burns as they happen, some blueish aura pulsing around it, it still reacts to the pain of it, making the process of unlocking the door difficult.
Finally he gets it, and the door opens, his arm falling limp at his side, his hand red from the heat slowly mending itself. With a glance cast Cid's way, he pauses a moment to stare at him. There was something familiar about that voice, though he could not place it, and even now as he takes in the sight of the other man, something pulls at him.
Yet, he does not know him.]
Do not be ungrateful, the door is open, is it not?
cw: burns
Finally he gets it, and the door opens, his arm falling limp at his side, his hand red from the heat slowly mending itself. With a glance cast Cid's way, he pauses a moment to stare at him. There was something familiar about that voice, though he could not place it, and even now as he takes in the sight of the other man, something pulls at him.
Yet, he does not know him.]
Do not be ungrateful, the door is open, is it not?