[Just as Barnabas took aim to shoot the last of his, a blink sets him back in the chilling and damp room they began in. The crackling of the burning torches greets them, and Barnabas lowers his arms which no longer hold the gun.
He looks confused, brows pinched, as he looks to Cid.]
We failed, perhaps?
[He frowns, looking to the torches again. Well, at least he knows this one. As he approaches one, he speaks:]
I know not what sorcery binds us, but it would seem we must needs try once more.
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He looks confused, brows pinched, as he looks to Cid.]
We failed, perhaps?
[He frowns, looking to the torches again. Well, at least he knows this one. As he approaches one, he speaks:]
I know not what sorcery binds us, but it would seem we must needs try once more.