The noise of the Psiionic was always present. Like the low buzz of bees it hummed in his head, a constant reminder of the life he breathed.
Once he was bound and chained that sound became a focal point that he clung to and a meditative practice to drown out the pain of his physical form.
When the Psiionic was cast out to sea not even the strength of his psychics could carry the whispers of his existence across the many miles of water. Slowly the sound faded from the Sufferer's yearning ears. When it had all but gone silent was when he chose to let himself pass into the waiting arms of eternity recycled.
The night the Sufferer died there were fireworks above the ocean, an explosion of red and blue to sound off the death of a hero and even though there was no one around save for the crew of the ship - all of Alternia would see the flash, and the Sufferer's final plead of peace settled on every pair of ears like the low buzz of bees.