[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 -> Faith's Room
[b]Skills:[/b]N/A[/center][hr]

        So it seemed, in light of the evidence provided, that the best option they seemed to have was to send all of them, sans Faith, out on their own to survive or die as a kind of training. That was a scary thought for sure, he himself having no rightful idea on how he'd ever make it on his own with the threats that loomed over their heads. He'd resolve to do it, for sure, but it was certainly a scary thought. Cracking his knuckles out in front of him, he said, "[color=97e23b]Yeah, getting a full nights rest sounds like a good idea, looks like we have some long days ahead.[/color]" He agreed, and stepped away from the group,  but he didn't head right off to bed quite yet.

        Following after Faith, he met her at her room. If they were about to go off again, then he might not see her for a long time, or even at all. The friendship they'd garnered, crazy and ethereal as it was, meant something, and leaving things unsaid between the two of them wouldn't be right. "[color=97e23b]Hey you.[/color]" He said, cracking a smile outside her door, "[color=97e23b]Ready to play the hero and save all our asses?[/color]" He asked, slightly sarcastically.  He knew she couldn't be feeling good about this, even if she didn't say it, and he wasn't gonna force her to confront that by any means, but he hoped she'd at least talk about it with him. It wouldn't be good for her to keep all this bottled up.