For the loudness in his head, Issac's voice was quiet, desperate in tone. "How do you not hear them? Do the spirits not silently scream about it all?"
A shaking hand set down the cup, while the tea was soothing his stomach was starting to turn. "Everything will still hate ears that cannot be silenced. Memories pulled from the depths. Even a Mama Bear..." Tears overflowed from his eyes making them brighter green in the process.
"I wanted him to smash my head open so they all can be released." Issac started scratching at his temples again. Nails digging in a triangular shape.