"I'm glad to hear it. And thank you for not telling..." Berethor began to address Joe again when he heard a voice in his head. He had grown somewhat used to the constant, incoherent droning in his head, but this was internally different. The voices' words were loud and clear, the resounded withing his mind with tremendous power. The normal voices seemed to shudder and scatter before it and his right arm started to shake. The force of it all drove him back, stumbling against a wall to try and keep himself upright.