Konoe had to know more about the visions and pain that he'd been suffering from for what felt like ages, and agile as a cat he snuck aboard the ship. He hadn't eaten much in a couple days but his body was hardy and frankly, was starting to get used to the flashes of empathy.

As he traversed into the ship, though, he had to hold a clawed hand up over his nose from the smell of whatever was on this ship. It was...off. Konoe's ears were swivelling around for any scrap of sound-as were his eyes-but he didn't get too much further before there was a lance of pain through his chest.

"Gkh!" Konoe muffled the sound as he thumped against the wall. The feeling of panic and confusion was crashing into him like a muddy stream of water and it was all he could do to force the nausea down.