<span style="font-weight: bold">"This wasn't suppose to happen. No, not like</span>this. Find the voices and find answers, find the north. She could have been the one but you knew it all along that it was never meant to be. It wasn't<span style="font-weight: bold">the truth. Why now why the voices what is the silence?"</span><br/><br/>Rock Hammer was going crazier by the minute. He started to see people that weren't actually there, thus he started flinging his arms at them to get them to move out of the way. He voices were still speaking to him, speaking through him. They wanted him to go back but the more he heard the voices the more they hurt. They... They wanted him to talk to that girl. But something about her.... Something about her made Rock Hammer feel uneasy. It was like... Being underwater. His head, his body, completely submerged. No room to breath. Fighting and struggling just drowned him. He needed space, air, and emptiness. He needed to silence the voices.<br/><br/>He noticed, however, that the voices were focused. They were unified. They are arguing against him, and with him, but more importantly, through him. In a moment of lucidity, Rock Hammer realized that if he spoke for them, he could make them concentrate. He could make them quiet if he talks. And so he did.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Why find the voices? Who are they, and what are their purpose? They are like us, are they not? But they are young, a fresh</span>source. Perhaps they know where the origins lies. Where she is, and what is to the north. But<span style="font-weight: bold">this pain is unnatural. It is not bullets or knives but hurt.... Hurt inside my head. Who is she, that she can do this? Why do her thoughts drown me? Answer me!</span>I want to know... Why. Why at all!"<br/><br/>Rock Hammer continued to throw his arms in front of him, throwing to swipe away the illusions. But one illusion stood out. It was Liliana. She looked blurry, and it was actually hard to say if it really was her in his blind panic. But she was unlike the other illusions in his eyes. She was someone he knew, unlike the strangers he was striking out at. And he was barreling right towards her. Rock Hammer's momentum wouldn't allow him to stop fast enough to not ram into her. But maybe he could redirect it. Maybe-<br/><br/>Rock Hammer tripped.<br/><br/>A guardsmen, or maybe just a prepared civilian, threw a bolas at Rock Hammer's legs. He didn't even notice it wrap around his feet until he looked down. He fell close enough to Liliana that the dust from his body would have covered her. The voices were going mad again, and Rock Hammer tried to quiet them down with more talking.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Don't let them lose your way, focus, listen to me! You cannot let your mind wonder, think, think, and act when you can ensure success. Take no chances. To the north lies the answer, that is where we need to go! That is all that is left of us do not lose your way now.</span>I'm beginning to remember...<span style="font-weight: bold"> Stop it, keep the memories down with a knife in its throat, slash it until it bleeds thought juice across the dirt and it's absorbed into nothingness... The silence... </span>Kill it! I'll find you! Quiet noises...<span style="font-weight: bold">and I'll STRANGLE the whispers out of you with a BONESAW!! "</span><br/><br/>Rock Hammer was growing increasingly rabid now, crawling forward. The voices were fighting for control to the point that he was now shouting threats at them. He needed to keep them quite, to smother their breath until the chaos passed, and maybe, just maybe, everyone would forget him. To ignore him like how some would ignore others. He wished the voices could ignore him sometimes, and say nothing at all. His face twisted into a wicked grin as he started to smash his head against the ground. It was solid. The pain would keep the voices at bay, and allow Rock Hammer to tell them what he's always wanted to tell them. Each word, he punctuated with a crack in the cement and blood from his head. The black, vicious ichor that ran through his veins, which turned red as it was exposed to the air.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"LEAVE! ME! <span style="font-style: italic">ALONE</span>!"</span>