Tick. The smallest of sounds echoes around this place, merely amplifying the silence. It is tearing at him, pulling him to shreds. That is why he craves their company, their companionship. Because when there is just him and the silence, he has plenty of time to think. And when one has existed for as long as he, that is never a good thing. He needs their babble, their inane chatter, to drown out the silence. To drown out his thoughts. He clings to them, almost parasitic, needing the very stupidity he mocks so much. Because it drowns his silence out.