[It is strange for him to have silence-- at least to the degree of multiple people slipping in and out of his head. He's cut off from his fellow sensates, and that is even stranger. He feels like their protector, hardly around, but there when needed most, and now he's not.
The other voices swirl around him, likely the people from this place. He doesn't know it, doesn't like it, but he's used to it. He doesn't give off the friendliest vibes, so even he's taken aback when the girl next to him says something.]
You get used to it. Try to concentrate past it. [He's a man of little words, but his eyes look down to greet her.]
this mess we're in
The other voices swirl around him, likely the people from this place. He doesn't know it, doesn't like it, but he's used to it. He doesn't give off the friendliest vibes, so even he's taken aback when the girl next to him says something.]
You get used to it. Try to concentrate past it. [He's a man of little words, but his eyes look down to greet her.]