"Silence is nervous."

You're making a subtle point while you are sitting in the van. Nico's music was surprisingly quiet as she fiddled with her instruments. The atmosphere of the Qliphoth was particularly uncomfortable, filled with some inexplicable heaviness and dirt in the soul, from which I wanted to wash myself as soon as possible, escaping from this place.

V chuckles softly, shifting his eyes to the next poem in his book with a worn leather cover. The sarcastic Griffon often jokes, you roll your eyes when the velvet voice of a young mysterious man finally begins to read, as if from memory.

"Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly..."