[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] Sitting Room
[b]Skills:[/b]N/A[/center][hr]

As Siduri walked out the door, Bartholomew pursed his lips. It seemed as if they'd reached the extent of help from the two of them that they'd be getting. The sentiment of them hearing, but not listening was worrisome, it meant that they though they'd missed some key point, but it seemed they weren't willing to reiterate or explain any further. The only thing he could possibly pull from their words was that they should somehow throw caution to the wind and dive in head first to save Eve. He could only assume something like that would impose massive risk, and would almost certainly result in disaster. 

Looking between the present Emendators for their reactions, he hoped they'd had some clearer understanding into her intentions. He had no idea how to properly  react to, or deal with this. His first impulse was to step after her and demand further explanation, but that sounded like a plan that could only end poorly. Reminded of what Alicia had told them not so long ago, he knew that, as seemed to be the default lately, he was out of his depth, and was to act as a subordinate to the Emendators. Let them decide how they'd react to this, and go along with it. That sounded like a far safer idea that might actually get them a little more help.