"Do you hear voices?" Pablo asked without even trying to be a little careful with it… he asked it straight up, without thinking a lot about it.
"No, I just heard voices." Joseph looked at him. "For 8 straight years it spoke to me. Though I think it was because I began to lose my mind in the darkness, the first years were nothing but the 2nd year it all started, first with whispers from the wall, ceiling, floor, then the voice just became like a bubble around me, no… like a dome from all directions just echoing." He gestured around his head. "Then in the 10th year it just stopped."
As he finished, they said nothing, no, more like Pablo and Mirella eyed each other.
I might've said too much…
"To be true, I had voices too." Pablo began. "But I think for you it was inevitable, like 10 years in the darkness alone… though for me too it was inevitable as I think more about it." He said as he crossed his arms and leaned back, but Joseph noticed his leg shook too.
