[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] Peter's Grave -> Towards Carnival Set-up (Main Road)
[b]Skills:[/b]N/A[/center][hr]
	Bart followed along side Faith, and shrugged a little bit, "[color=97e23b]Eh, Sophia's here for surveillance, if anything major happens, she [i]should[/i] be able to hear it.[/color]" He said. Of course, he had no way to know what kind of range Sophia had, but all he had was that hope. "[color=97e23b]We're all good at different things, you know?[/color]" This was something he'd considered himself a fair bit, especially in his training with Faith. Before he came here, he was so, unbelievably outclassed by everybody else. These days, he didn't know how true that was, but one thing he really had to come to terms with was that their separate skill sets weren't a bad thing, but were instead a strength.

	Walking down the road, he turned his head to Faith, measuring his next words carefully. He opened his mouth a few times, trying to get the next few words out, but found it difficult. Exhaling, he finally said quietly. "[color=97e23b]Do you think Eve is gone because of us?[/color]" He asked, rubbing his arm uncomfortably. He knew it was probably just paranoia, but that didn't stop the feeling.  If there was even the smallest chance that this was somehow caused by their behavior around Golgotha and company, he didn't know how he'd be able to face the others. He hoped Faith would be able to shake this feeling from him, one way or another.