[A scream of terror and agony tears from Barnaby's throat as he experiences the memory. Maverick couldn't be here, Maverick is dead, and yet the memory, the pain are both all too real, as is that familiar cold smile as he stands over Barnaby where he's pinned to the table, that same familiar feeling of helplessness. Barnaby feels like his Shard is on fire, that it might break, that--]
Stay back...! [He's not sure if he's begging the Maverick of his memories to get away from him, or warning Rosaria to keep away from the creature, or both; he isn't sure where Manon's memories end and his own reality begins, just that it hurts, it hurts, he can't take it--
The explosion hits Barnaby, and he's thrown back against a nearby tree. As he crumples to the ground, it becomes clear his armour was able to withstand the worst of the heat, but the paint on his arm is still blackened and smoking from the intensity.]
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Stay back...! [He's not sure if he's begging the Maverick of his memories to get away from him, or warning Rosaria to keep away from the creature, or both; he isn't sure where Manon's memories end and his own reality begins, just that it hurts, it hurts, he can't take it--
The explosion hits Barnaby, and he's thrown back against a nearby tree. As he crumples to the ground, it becomes clear his armour was able to withstand the worst of the heat, but the paint on his arm is still blackened and smoking from the intensity.]