Sebastian had been muttering in a dead language for awhile now, helping him calm down. He heard another person clap, and could feel there was something there - but he couldn't exactly tell what. Considering it was a spirit, however, he didn't think much of it. That is, until he heard it. Screaming something incomprehensible, he flew back in his chair, causing it to go down along with him.
At this point, a lot of things were going through his mind. Mostly it was the pain, and the regret of an indeterminable point in his life where he went wrong. Maybe his life here would become easier if he would take his stupid blindfold off, he thought, but it was a risky move. Many asylums were haunted, after all, and he didn't want to go around and possibly upset any ghosts with mental illnesses. He didn't bother getting up, just laying on the floor, seemingly resigned to his fate.