Shadow Slave | Sleepless Dreamer

"I said enough."

Slam!

Hope slammed his fists into the floor.

The impact sent a sharp grating pain up his arms, causing the voices to shrink.

To Hope the pain was nothing if it meant silencing the voices.

Tap. Tap.

Blood trickled down his wounds and collected beneath his knuckles, the rippling pain overtaking his mind as the voices faltered.

Not silent.

Never absolute.

But they hushed.

He could feel his veins—the familiar kindling and chilling from the cursed [Tears of Sorrows] Attribute—pulsating through his limbs, from the soles of his feet to the roots of his head. Memories that had tickled each nerve now reeled back to mere whispers. No longer tempting to drag his body in its damn curse.