Bran had been doing a lot of thinking in the past few days. It was only a matter of time before they found out he was Erik, and once that revelation came it wouldn't be difficult for people to start putting the pieces together. If anyone, including Lotte, found out that he had tortured Ella; he would have to leave. It was simple as that, but he didn't want it to happen.
He had been in the room he referred to as his 'music room' - soundproofing ensured that no one would be able to hear anything but the faintest sounds - playing one of his own compositions. After a while, however, he wasn't making much progress on a plan of action; so he abandoned the piano and went into the kitchen for some coffee. It was then that he heard a muffled sound from above, which sounded like something falling, followed by the distinct sound of... was that crying?
Bran moved to the bedroom, shoving aside piles of books to stand on his bed and get as close to the ceiling as possible. Yes, someone was most certainly crying, and he knew who it was. Lotte's apartment was above his, which meant she wasn't staying with 501 anymore. Still, the sound of her despair tugged at something within him, and he knew he couldn't just stand there and listen without doing something. If he tried throwing his voice from here, would it work? There was the ceiling, and the distance; but if he measured his voice right, it just might work.
He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and spoke; imagining his voice traveling up and into Lotte's apartment, hoping that it worked as well as it had in theory.