"It's all your fault." A wispy voice peered inside of Noah's head.
"I know..." Noah responded with a blank expression.
"Their blood is on your hands." The wispy voice added, holding a feminine charm to it.
"I know..." Noah uttered once again.
"You are the root cause of everything. You are the terrible one. People use you and mistreat you because of what you do and what you are. No one else is to blame but you, and you bring it all on yourself." The wispy voice spoke once more, and Noah responded with, "I know..." As if he were some kind of robot or something.
"Leaving them was a good idea. You would only close them harm down the line and in the future. I mean, your best friend already lost an arm. He nearly lost his life. You could have prevented that if you stayed back and stopped him from going in the first place." The wispy voice became raspy as if trying to charm and allure Noah, manipulating him into believing everything was his fault.
