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"Jon, you can't just sit there. Come on, lets get you out of there." Martin's voice almost seemed to echo, barely reaching Jon where he sat.
"Do you really think that this is a good idea?" Jon responded, his voice muffled slightly with static. "That we can do-" His voice was interrupted by a soft click, then the sound of a tape being rewound. Another click and Martin's voice came once more from the speakers of the recorder, filling the empty room at the top of the Panopticon.
Jon was laid on the floor with tapes surrounding him, what seemed to almost be hundreds or more of the things. The being, now more eye than man, laid in the middle continued the cycle. His mind was no longer processing the horrors around, there were no more people to experience them. There were no more people to watch, he had already made sure of that. The thing he hadn't expected was that he would be the only one left. He should have, some part of him reminded him. He went against the plans that everyone else had, of course no one would want to be around him after he fully embraced being a monster.
Jon didn't expect them all to pass though. All that were left in the world were the starving avatars and the entities that were feeding off them. He should've realized, he should've thought that they weren't avatars. Of course they weren't.
The thoughts were lost once more as the tape recorder clicked once more, indicating the end of the cassette within and he clicked rewind again.