[4-14] The Town

[Gin Yatreg]

Gin pondered his options for a second, and looked back at Remilia. "Well, the main thing I want to do is tell everyone who's still alive about the docks. Even if it's a long shot, it'd still be good for us all to meet up again," He said.

Remilia gave him a condescending look, "How exactly do you plan to do that when they could be anywhere in this town right now?" She asked.

Gin put his hands in his pockets, unable to come up with an answer. "I...don't really know actually," He said. This had turned into a bit of a conundrum for Gin; he wanted to find the others still in the town and tell them what they learned, but, despite what he had just said, he also did not want to abandon Remilia either. In the short time they've spent together, Gin had started to think of her a friend. Albeit, a very demanding friend. While racking his brain, Gin felt the object he found earlier in his pocket. As he did so, he started to lose focus on the world around him and his attention began to shift towards it. It was as if it were calling out to his mind. Suddenly Remilia's voice snapped him back to reality:

"Perfect. Then we go with my idea then, and leave now," Remilia said, asserting her will. 

Don't leave.

Gin looked around in confusion, wondering where that voice came from. "Hey, did you hear that?" He nervously asked Remilia.

Stay here.

Join us.

Remilia looked at Gin in confusion, "What? The only thing I've heard in the past few minutes has been our conversation."

"You sure? It sounds like a loud whisper," Gin said as he tried to find the source of the voices.

The Flesh sings to us.

The Flesh will sing to you.

Listen and ascend.

Gin's head began to ache, the voices echoed inside his skull. This wasn't like his previous headaches, this was worse, it felt like someone was stabbing his brain. As he rubbed his head, the conversation he had with the hotel manager in his dream popped back into his head. It imposed its will on people, it changed them  into something they never were. Gin pulled the object from his jacket and stared wide-eyed at it as he realized what was happening. He immediately threw the ingot of Omnillium onto the ground and stomped on it as hard as he could. No visible damage occurred however, but the voices came to a sudden stop soon after. He looked up to the worried, confused, and horrified face of Remilia that stared at him from under her umbrella. "Right, so...I should probably explain a few things, huh?" Gin asked, breathing somewhat heavily thanks to that experience.

Remilia just slowly nodded her head in response.