Bartholemew leaps back from the burning corpse, and sighs- sheathing his blades back in to Shadow. The guns he conjured also fade, as he looks around, cracking his shoulders ever so slightly.<br/><br/>"Right. Well. Now that that's over and no longer being much too silly, how about we get to know each other?" He suggests, turning to face the group as a Whole. "Cus- Haley? I think you.. are missing the whole story, and that we likely have more in common than you'd think. How about hearing me out /before/ you decide to shoot me full of holes?"