[Strangely, hearing the other man’s voice soothes him. Somewhere deep down, he knows that it doesn’t always. When he tries to grab a hold of that thought and trace it back, his head begins to hurt. He eases back off of it. This was likely timed, like all the rest.]
…Very well.
[Of course the other man wouldn’t have any advice for him, it’s not like he’d seen this either. But the trials before tended to value honesty and self-sacrifice. So why should this be any different?
Cid picks Barnabas Tharmr to put into the slot. He steps back and watches the light turn green and breathes a sigh of relief, though he doesn’t fully understand why. Why the green should mean anything at all to him. He goes through the door without hesitation and… ]
[And ends up in a lobby of some sort. He turns about, brow furrowed, scrutinizing the door he just came out of. As if it should make any sense at all…]
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…Very well.
[Of course the other man wouldn’t have any advice for him, it’s not like he’d seen this either. But the trials before tended to value honesty and self-sacrifice. So why should this be any different?
Cid picks Barnabas Tharmr to put into the slot. He steps back and watches the light turn green and breathes a sigh of relief, though he doesn’t fully understand why. Why the green should mean anything at all to him. He goes through the door without hesitation and… ]
[And ends up in a lobby of some sort. He turns about, brow furrowed, scrutinizing the door he just came out of. As if it should make any sense at all…]