[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Cairo, Egypt
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
	Bart's head jerked towards the direction of people running, smelling the smoke of the fire, and seeing the panicked look on everybody's faces. He fumbled through the streets, stepping to the side at awkward times, and trying everything he could to keep up with Gio and not trip up.He knew he shouldn't speak, but this was precisely the type of thing that'd been worrying him since their departure. It almost made him angry, the callous disregard for the lives at risk, even though they could very possibly do something to help. Bart didn't know anything about what he personally could do, but he was pretty certain time manipulation would help to stop a building from burning down. That was why, even though he was expressly told not to, he quietly asked Gio, "[color=97e23b]Why don't we lend a hand[/color]?" He asked quietly, concern ringing through. "[color=97e23b]Couldn't people get seriously hurt?[/color]" Bart frowned, his eyes drifting towards the fire. 

	Bart almost felt a little scared, going directly against an Gio's request, and you could very easily see that on him. Personal confrontation was not something he was used to at all, and was quite honestly something he went out of the way to avoid most of the time. He had a bit of a quiver in his step, and his hands found their way into his pocket, and he find his body hunching in a bit. He'd like to lie to himself and say he was sweating from the heat alone, but the stress of the situation was getting to him. He gave a heavy exhale, trying to force himself to keep his eyes on Gio, even if he was upset with Bart, he didn't want to get lost in Cairo. Still, he wouldn't be comfortable with himself if he let fear dictate his actions. He just didn't understand how Emendators, old as they were, could lack compassion with those in need. Did time make them all bitter? Or were there deeper, more fundamental issues outside the scope of his understanding. Either way, he couldn't stand by without at least saying something. If there really was something preventing them from meddling, he wanted to know what, or at least be told that there was some larger reason. He knew he was very much a newcomer to all of this, but he at felt as if he [i]had[/i] to know the terms of his service with these people.