[The questions come at a speed that almost demands cover, but he weathers the storm of them relatively unwavering, only the slightest raise of his chin in evidence of how somewhat overwhelming it was to be bombarded after the weeks of relative silence and isolation.]

It means that you are a Host, connected to the Nest through the symbiote. You will be asked to assist in fighting the thing that hunts us all. How that is done depends on the situation, as the enemy is subtle and ever-changing.

[A breath, a pause in his already placid paced words for her to absorb what he had said, to begin to process what it meant for her, before he delivered perhaps worse news.]

You will almost certainly never be able to return. If you do, you will be found again, and you will be killed.

[She was young. Perhaps it would not seem so impossible to her. Adaptability was the strength of youth. Even so, he couldn't see it as a kindness. He did not enjoy seeing children here.]

The voices are the minds of your fellow hosts. Most strongly, those of your brood. They are connected to you through the symbiote, and your mind is a voice in their heads, as well. You can learn to quiet your own mind, to be less open with time and practice.