[Silco was intimately familiar with the voices that troubled her and interrupted her thoughts. He had, in the beginning, tried to find a way to correct them, but they were a result of a tortured mind manifesting the kinds of regrets that one had to make peace with on their own. So, as he always did, he sat back in his chair and remained a constant presence for her. The voices had gotten better around him because of the trust they built over the years, yet times to stress rallied them.

A sick part of him wondered if he would join the chorus now that he was dead. What would he say? How would he instruct her? He regret for his passing was palpable at times, yet here, he remained as he was and she had never mentioned him being part of the chorus.]

Are they gone for now?

[He asked as if they were people to be banished rather than symptoms of a broken mind. He had had her explain who they were a long time ago, and they were real enough that he found his acknowledging them often focused her. That's all he needed now.]

I have a little more work to do tonight, and you are welcome to spend the night in the office if you would like. There's a spare blanket under the desk. [He kept it there for her, not him.] Would you like me to watch over you tonight so you can sleep?