ocean man, take me by the hand

The man before him admitted that he didn't know what was going on and Doom frowned. He had hoped this man had at least some kind of answers beyond what had already been asked. When the man snapped at a firefly, the voices returned to Doom. This time, they all spoke at once as if they were conversing amongst themselves in the distance. Doom tried to focus on them, but found it too difficult at the moment. He looked back to the man a moment, huffing. "It's strange. My homeland isn't like this. This I take is new?" Someone before had already answered this question for him, but more than one insight would be good. Besides, he wasn't sure he could trust that man anyway. He seemed... strange.

Come.

Doom blinked, hearing a whisper over his left shoulder that caused his head to turn. Behind him, a few fireflies swarmed and hovered close as if it had been them that had spoken to him. "Do you think it's the fireflies talking?" He asked, glancing back to Dime out of the corner of his lavender eyes.

Come. The voices insisted again, drawing Doom's gaze back to the swarm as he slowly started to step towards them.