Per'dra shuddered. "I hear it--him--her," she said after a long and awkwardly tense moment. "Someone does indeed need help, but it chills me that this person's voice is utterly devoid of emotion. It's almost as if he or she were being turned into a droid, and that does a disservice to droids because most of them have more personality than their voice does. I hate to say it, but it scares me."
Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering...
Shaking her head as if to clear it from these unsettling thoughts, she let go of Zarev's hands. How warm and comforting they had felt, after such a colossal and heartbreaking failure of a mission! "What's your theory on our 'contact'?"