[Serif doesn't look up at those final words. Or even when everything finally goes quiet. He just stands there, in the hall, his breathing just a little too fast. His gaze is fixed on the floor, mostly because he's not sure what else to do with himself.
He isn't hearing anymore voices now...
Silence.
Just silence...
...
And now the paranoia's setting in, of course, as he wonders if it's really over or just messing with him some more. If it is the second, though, he's not sticking around to find out. Without looking up or moving, he teleports away. He's not even sure where, just... away. Someplace where he can recover from... that.
Looks like he'll have to catch up on sleep during his shift again.]
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He isn't hearing anymore voices now...
Silence.
Just silence...
...
And now the paranoia's setting in, of course, as he wonders if it's really over or just messing with him some more. If it is the second, though, he's not sticking around to find out. Without looking up or moving, he teleports away. He's not even sure where, just... away. Someplace where he can recover from... that.
Looks like he'll have to catch up on sleep during his shift again.]