It had been a few months. Grians only track of time was when Doc came and his clock. He didn't know if he was allowed to do what he was doing, he would always cover up his tracks just incase. There was a trap door under a tree he wouldn't chop. However, Doc didn't seem to care. He would just ask to see Grians inventory to make sure he didn't have anything bad. Doc didn't say much when visiting Grian. While leaving on his last visit, Grian heard him,
"I feel like I can't talk. I've known him for a while, but it doesn't feel right to only see him every 2-3 months. Whenever I see him I can only think of what he did. Killing Xisuma and assaulting Mumbo. But that's also mixed with all of the positive things."
Grian was hiding behind a tree. Doc must have been calling someone. Perhaps Cleo? Perhaps he was just talking to himself. He didn't know. He didn't know his friends anymore. There were only the voices.
And the voices were upset.
Ever since his exile, the voices didn't shut up. They wouldn't calm down. They were always in the back of his mind, arguing with each other. The arguing only led Grian to one question; Did he really deserve to be here?
"No." Some of them would complain,
"Yes." The others would say.
The voices were his thoughts.
Grian wandered over to the tree, Chopping down the bottom 2 logs and being careful to pick them up. He opened the trap door and hung on the ladder while replacing the blocks. He slowly climbed down into a cave he found. It was decently sized, good enough for a base. Stalagmites hanging above him, Glow Lichens and lanterns lighting up the round stone walls. The chests at the North and his other things like a calender, food, backpack, and an assortment of other items at a desk like surface placed in the South.
Grian walked over to the desk, looking at his calender. He had written down the moon cycles as his time tracker. He had regretted turning it to always night, but he thought he would have killed X for no reason to turn it on again. He also didn't know if the melting would get worse. He was starting to lightly melt at any light source, but he didn't have night vision so he would just have to deal with it.
It was a full moon. Grian opened the back pack and took out the candles, the ones from the story. He had took them with him. He didn't know why, he guessed it might have been an emotional attachment.

Grian stared up at the night sky, flat on his back, looking up at the moon. The huge moon. The moon that brought him here. The moon that he was talking too. The moon had begun talking to him when he witnessed the first full moon in exile. It was so comforting. It wasn't annoying like the voices, or scary like Voice. It was almost like a real human being. The only good conversations he could get. The only thing that kept his feet planted on this earth.
"How are you?" The moon asked calmly.
"Alright, I guess. Voice hasn't talked to me in a few days,"
"It's like that sometimes. You haven't been sleeping, good. It's nice to see someone devoted to me,"
Grian felt special, the moon was a God. A gods whose favorite human was him. It also felt nice to have something care about him. It felt like the hermits didn't want him in their hair anymore. They didn't care, they simply wanted to get rid of him.
"How are the candles?"
"Still burning. I only light them when talking to you, I don't have much use for them anyway," Grian spoke, lifting himself off the ground, moving into a sitting position to stare at the wax that layed in front of him.
"Ok," The moon flatly replied.
There was a long moment of silence.
"Does the sun still exist?" Grian asked.
"Hm?"
"You're up in space, does the sun still exist? Is it still there? I just want right know."
The moon waited a moment before a response, "Yes. It's still there. Your earth is stuck facing away, the sun still exists to shine upon other worlds."
"Oh, there's other worlds?"
"Of course. Plenty of them with weird names, but thriving civilizations. DreamSmp, Life Steal, Last life and plenty of others." Grian got deja vu from the last one. Did he know it?
"Cool." Grian smiled.
No response.
Grian waited.
Silence.
"Moon?" He asked looking up. There was no point, it was always physically there, it wouldn't just disappear. That was the thing about it, it would just flat out stop talking to him sometimes. There was no warning.
"You have new friends," Grian heard Voice speak into his ear,
"What?" Grian replied spinning his head to see if he could catch the blank figure but it wasn't there.
"Grian!" He heard Pearls voice shout.