"When you put it like that, I guess it does sound kinda silly." Axl muttered, before shaking his head. "I don't know how to really explain it. Like... have you ever done something and when looking back, even right after, you couldn't help but think 'That wasn't me'? Like... something or someone else took a hold of you?"

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“No, of course not,” Gilgamesh replied, as though the fact were obvious. “Nor will you,” he added, his tone making it sound as though it were an order. “Tell me, mongrel. Who are you?” he asked Axl, his glare centered on Axl’s forehead, his amused grin absent.

"Axl... Low?" Axl answered, confused at this point. "From... London?"

Martin was listening butnhe did notice Gilgamesh change in attitude

“And did that change when I wasn’t looking?” Gilgamesh continued. “Or is it some phantom possessor with whom I’m speaking?”

"Not at the moment, no." Axl conceded. He got what Gilgamesh was going for, but he couldn't give a clear 'no' for an answer.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Gilgamesh asked as he shook his head. “You humans always overcomplicate everything. You know who you are and of what you’re capable; if you’ve done something to violate your conscience, then maybe it’s time to admit that deep down you truly wanted to do so.”

This... had a rather big effect on Axl, as his eyes widened.
"I wanted....that?" He asked, sounding frightened. "To be like that? To feel like... that?" He looked down, eyes still wide. He was going back to that moment. When he gave everything. When he just let his powers flow. And just how... wrong it felt. How inhuman.

Martin stood for a second before trying to change the topic as this was too much for Axl "How long until we arrive?" he asked

“Oh, should be just a few more hours,” Kester called from Lissie’s wheelhouse.

Gilgamesh knew what Martin was trying to do, and while he yearned to keep prodding Axl, his experience with “King” Arturia taught him that he needed to be patient. Axl would come around. Most often did. For now, he silently agreed with Martin to lay off. With his grin returning – though under the circumstances, it probably seemed more sadistic – the King returned to reclining against the mast and left Axl alone with one final comment. “Think it over, traveler. But don’t brood over it; it ill suits you.”

Kester’s eyes squinted at the horizon, which the sun had finally disappeared behind. A small flicker of flame was traveling from the western horizon and had over time passed by nearly a kilometer from Lissie’s port side. His experience of working this part of the sea helped him identify the flame’s owner despite the growing darkness of nighttime. “Well, looks like the Council’s out for a late cruise,” he commented.

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So many things went through Axl at that point. On one hand, something inside him was violently opposed to accepting this... this part of him. That wasn't him. That just wasn't.... him! He wasn't inhuman. He wasn't a... monster.
On the other, what if it was? What if it was part of him? It probably should be better to accept it, no matter how much that hurt. Those two parts kept battling each other. However, on the outside it made itself known with just a small, sad noise.
He really shouldn't be in turmoil like this. Not just because brooding just wasn't his thing, he gave Gilgamesh that, but simply because there wasn't any time. They had things to do. Shaking his head to clear it, he joined Kester in looking over the horizon.
"They do that often?" He asked.

Martin sat back and tried to remain out of sight of the council boat

“I can’t rightly say,” Kester replied. “The Destiny Council have their own private ferry, so they come and go whenever they please; smaller ‘fish’ like me’re never really graced with their presence…” Shiki had joined Martin in trying to keep a bit lower without making it obvious to Kester that they were hiding; even though the Council’s ferry remained at a kilometer’s distance, she wasn’t completely convinced that there couldn’t be eyes watching Lissie as they passed. Gilgamesh merely kept a steady and silent glare on the vessel. “Looks like they’re headed for the island,” Kester commented as the boat passed on without any hesitation. “Were there any special events planned for tomorrow, Lieutenant?”

“Hm,” Fynt said with a shake of his head.

"Then why would they...?" Axl muttered, getting a bad feeling about this.

“I don’t really know, Mr. Axl,” Kester said with a shrug. Returning his attention towards the miniscule firelights of capitol, Inkua near the horizon, he continued. “From this far, I can’t even tell how many Councilors are aboard; for all we know, the ferry might be empty and is returning to retrieve the island’s Councilor, Oswald.” The ferryman’s hearty smile returned. “No worries though, lad. If you travelers were hoping to meet the Council, I’m sure someone’ll still be around in Inkua tomorrow.”

Martin watched the boat go. If the council was moving then this could be bad news but it may just be nothing

"Eh, you can drop the 'Mister'." Axl said, voice trailing a bit. "I'm sure things will turn out for the best...."

((Sorry 'bout the delay, guys. Gotta love it when work ruins a routine schedule...))

((By the way, if anyone wants, we can do a small time-skip to Inkua.))

Gilgamesh merely nodded in agreement with Axl.

((That's alright. Real Life comes first. And I'm game for a skip.))

(Yep real life comes first and I am ok with a time skip)