As Grian thought about it now, it wasn't a complicated question. He guessed he was just confused by it because he was tired. He could hate Voice without hating the others.
Wait.
Why did he even have opinions on imaginary speakers? It was so stupid, wasn't it? Why hadn't Grian remembered it earlier? They were dumb voices. It was the dumb moon. It didn't matter, they didn't exist!

Grian looked out of the alleyway remembering the sun incident. Why had he melted? He stared at his hand.
"It doesn't happen during night" the voices whispered.
They had caught Grians attention. It doesn't happen at night."Well, what do you want me to do about it?" Grian rolled his eyes.
"Xisuma! Xisuma! Admin! Make it night! Make it night! Make it night!" They chanted.
"How am I supposed to get Xisuma to turn on perma-night?"
"Who said you had to get Xisuma to do it?"
Grian tuned around. There it was. Voice.
"What do you mean? There isn't another admin on this server!" Grian realized he was technically agreeing to this idea but didn't know how to make it reality. There it was again, the decisions he didn't make. The emotions he didn't feel. The other personality that was making those chooses for him.
"Kill" Grian heard one of them say. He started to get anxious.
"No, No! I can't do that!" Grian yelled.
"I... I can't have it be night all the time!" He anxiously yelled. "That's selfish! The other hermits need light! I can't remove the sun just for... Me."
"Oh, but you can!" Voice smiled, "The Boatem crew is worried about YOU! If they're so worried about you, then they wouldn't mind the moon always being out for you to be safe! For you to not die."
Grian hated Voice.
But it had a point..
"What about the other hermits? The ones we arnt in contact with? What will they think?" Grian countered the statement for Voice to be wrong.
You can't even see their reaction!" Voice laughed, "They won't even notice after a few hours."
"How are you this stupid.." It whispered; Grian didn't hear it.
Grian was contemplating now. He couldnt possibly be agreeing with this. He covered his mouth in deep thought, pacing back in fourth. Voice thought it was amusing to watch.

After about ten minutes of Grian going back and forth, he decided.
"Alright. I'll do it." He said with and angry look,"But no killing! I won't kill the admin.
I'll ask him if he can and explain everything to him. If he says no, he says no. No. Murder. "
"You're no fun." Voice pouted.
"Murder isn't fun." Grian responded.
Voice shrugged and dissapeared.
Grian realized he just had a conversation with himself. When did this all start? This was ridiculous.