[Barnaby freezes when he reads that message, his pale fingers helplessly hanging over the device's keypad. Part of him had already known it would come to this, but he'd at least wanted to try dissuading the man from doing something foolish.
There is nothing else he can say now. There is no reasoning with someone who doesn't want to see reason. Barnaby knows this all too well because he's been blinded by his own false perceptions before, is probably still blinded by some of those distortions even now.
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There is nothing else he can say now. There is no reasoning with someone who doesn't want to see reason. Barnaby knows this all too well because he's been blinded by his own false perceptions before, is probably still blinded by some of those distortions even now.
In the end, he doesn't send a reply.]