"MAYBE HE'S SLEEPING!"
Forming coherent thoughts, Ezra deactivates the skill, causing the voices vanish instantly and silence descends.
Beautiful, glorious silence.
Ezra rubs both temples with the heels of his palms in irritation as the lingering ache pulsed through his skull.
For a brief moment, it had felt as though a dozen people had climbed directly into his mind and begun screaming at one another.
Which, admittedly, wasn't too far from the truth.
He exhales..
His pace slowed considerably because of the slight mishap.
The attendant leading him noticed almost immediately.
The woman glanced back over her shoulder before coming to a stop several meters ahead.
"Mr. Sylvester?"
The attendant had turned completely around and was staring at him with visible concern.
"Is something wrong?"
For a moment, Ezra considered explaining that a newly upgraded telepathic network had just intruded inside his consciousness as an experimentation.
Instead, he settled on a simpler answer.
