[He says plainly, stepping through the door. Should he have had more of a reaction to the pain? He isn't sure. It was an inconvenience, but it was simply a hurdle to cross to free themselves. A necessary cost.
As the room before them materializes into their view, it is that of a shooting range, not that Barnabas is aware of it. His brow furrows as he tries to make sense of it, of the guns, of the cut outs that is of the two of them.
He stops before one of the guns, casting an inquisitive look, before glancing to Cid, the gesture itself a silent question.]
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[He says plainly, stepping through the door. Should he have had more of a reaction to the pain? He isn't sure. It was an inconvenience, but it was simply a hurdle to cross to free themselves. A necessary cost.
As the room before them materializes into their view, it is that of a shooting range, not that Barnabas is aware of it. His brow furrows as he tries to make sense of it, of the guns, of the cut outs that is of the two of them.
He stops before one of the guns, casting an inquisitive look, before glancing to Cid, the gesture itself a silent question.]