[Funkduder]

Michael didn't take the time to answer Jeanne's question. In fact, he barely took more notice than necessary to catch Dante's coin purse. Whispers blew past Michael's ears as the world around him seemed to speed up and then fade to black.
"Take them,"
"Spirit away,"
"Back to your home,"
"To Babylon!"
Michael dragged his formless body across his mentality. Battles that he's never fought. Women that he'd never slept with. And dying. The experience that killed him every time. Literally.
It wasn't long until the true meaning behind the memories came to the limelight. Michael hadn't experienced the feeling for 4 years.
"My parents," Michael thought to himself, putting all of his concentration back into the psychic block.
The feign memories faded although the pain was still there, and Michael looked around, noticing the gunman of Tsavo, Jeanne, Feenai, and Bella who was across the room.
Altiel was looking at him as though asking him something important, but he never heard it.
"I have to get away! A crowded area like this isn't safe."
"Excuse me," Michael softly spoke, weaving through the other patrons at the tavern, including the rest of the group. He brought the bag of coins with him, leaving what he estimated as a sufficient amount for the bartender, and then looked up to find Dante on the roof.
...
He joined him after a minute of effort.
"Do you have another smoke?" he asked. He needed to calm down, and having 'one on one time with Jez'ebel' wasn't going to make him feel any better.