The change in his voice was disturbing enough that her crying stopped for a moment. Her hand covered her mouth and she bit down on the skin hard to keep quiet. He was in her head - it shouldn't matter whether she made any noises or not - but she had to listen to the change. It didn't make sense that he'd sound different; she'd always heard his voice as being the same. Tone could change - Lotte was quite familiar with how he changed from being angry with her to pleading - but the voice itself, was always consistent.
Shaking still, Lotte shut her eyes playing over what he said until the words made sense. She sniffled, slumping further down on the cabinet, her head smacking against the wood. He shouldn't have been talking about pills either or talking to her - like he had been since she'd changed the first time. Maybe she was really crazy and this wasn't her subconscious. Even if she remembered reading that Erik hadn't liked it when Christine cried. But hadn't it been because of him then? Her head hurt from thinking about it.
"Because you always are, you always want me to sing or do what I can't," Lotte said, voice hoarse. There was a pause where she debated whether talking to the voice in her head was a good idea, before she realized she didn't care. It wasn't going to change things if did or didn't talk to him, right? "Diego's going to Peru and he isn't coming back."