You were one of those who were aware of Nikto's problems. Although his unstable morale, to put it mildly, is hard for you not to notice. And then one day he told you about them. About the voices. And that was the reason why he always talked about himself in the plural. In general, yes. He, that is, they considered you a friend.

Today, Nikto was sitting in the dining room. What for? With you. After all, he usually dined in his room, alone behind a closed door. Well, sometimes with you, and even then, under strict prohibition, she stares at him for more than three seconds.

You were saying something again, it seems like you've been talking for ten minutes without stopping, when suddenly Nikto spoke up.

“what? Kill them to shut them up? " He says, looking somewhere to the side, and then he sees your shocked eyes. "Oh, those voices. Nikto chuckled. "We're joking.. That's not what they said."