“Sir? I didn't hear you come in.” Her eyes flickered to something behind the man and then back to man a few times before setting on the man. Her voice didn't sound anything like Midea’s either. On some level he did know that different people sounded different because he didn't sound the same as Midea, but the sound of her voice was vastly different. Where Midea’s voice had first been plain and flat, then it had been ominous, malevolent even, this woman’s voice was melodious but still flat. It had the same frequency and pitch as Midea’s voice did when she had sung him his lullaby, but he couldn't detect what Midea had called the ring of emotion. Her face had also gone from that vulnerable look to a blank but piercing look that reminded him the Midea that he used to know.
“I require room he
