Sound of their breath fades with the light

Gilgamesh had a soft spot for islands. Their privacy, secrecy, the illusion that they were safe from the rest of the world lured him in. But, unsurprisingly really, Modesty made good points that they really weren't better off on any island. So as he stares up at the rusting but lavish building of Forgotten Isle, he felt his heart break a little bit. Just thinking of what they could do with such a place... It would rival that of Artorias' stupid castle.

Letting out a sigh, he follows Modesty closer to the door, wondering to himself why she was wanting to peruse the insides of the building. Were they scouting for material or something... else? Curious as always, Gil follows Modesty up the steps, pausing at the mention of ducks. "Don't want to raid them for the ducks?" Gil teases, knowing that the last time they'd attempted to do such a thing it had turned out... nastier than expected.