“Augh!” He grunts and hisses as all that kinetic energy goes nowhere but against his wrist. “Hey! Hey- Hey, relax, would you? I’m not the enemy here, don’t take it out on me! I wanted off this trolley…” he huffs and shakes his head, recentering.

Cid winces and his brows knit as he looks at Barnabas with a little bit of pleading in his still heart shaped pupils.

“You know how this place works- The instructions burned in your hand, but they’re the key all the same.”