Flauros stares down at Effy, his icy blue gaze narrowed. His hair was short enough to not shadow his face, but it seemed to have one anyway. A frown was set firmly onto his features. "They are not just cats." He starts. "The beasts that dwell here are not just 'cats'. Some of them have human form, some of them are spirits of the departed, some of them are guardians. They love and feel just as you do, they understand how you feel." Flauros carefully pulled the bag off of his shoulder, carefully extending it out to Effy with a clawed hand.

"Humans are such confusing creatures. You want love, you will kill for it, sacrifice for it, and in the end mess it all up anyway. You merely going into the holding pen to be slaughtered is not going to save anyone, especially not him." Flauros would point a clawed finger over towards the still unconscious Gin. "He is a very lonely creature, you know, his kind is." Slowly he leans back against the door, raising his cleanly shaven chin a bit. "Since they can be anyone or anything, they don't fit in anywhere or really belong. Its a constant search for that 'place' where they fit. He use to change faces a lot before he met you." Flauros was silent for a few moments before letting out a soft sigh.

"I am not going to watch him revert back to that, nor watch him die because you decided to run off and become someones eternal fuck-toy. Go sit yourself back down and seriously consider just what you would be doing if I left you walk out this door." Flauros merely remains leaving heavily against the door, effectively blocking any possible exits. Gin had yet to even twitch, obviously having fallen into a rather deep sleep. "Just because you are so willing to throw yourself away to 'save' him, consider the fact that a life without you might as well mean he is dead too."