"You dare..." He doesn't even complete that, biting it off with a click of his teeth as he stares wide-eyed and intensely at Cid. His brows knitting together, that deep flame consuming the paper into utterly nothing in Barnabas' hand.

See, the problem with Cid being able to tap into Barnabas' feelings beyond the aether wash his soul is constantly being drowned in, means that he can also piss him off.

Which is why he is now grabbing Cid's wrist to painfully pull it off of his shoulder—except it doesn't budge. It is stuck there.

Barnabas' grip tightens.