[Patience: so stitched through the Cathaway's end of the mental link that it might as well be what she's made of. Yes, she understands the resentment. She understands it feels like being trapped, like being thrust into a position no one asked for.]

Consider that the enemy would have pursued you regardless of whether a symbiote was planted in your mind and that the symbiote has no bearing on the physical or mental development that occurred to make you compatible. They didn't chose you. You would have been marked whether you came here or not. As for our purpose here...

[A thoughtful pause. Her mouth thins in consideration, then:]

We are the only thing that stands between the enemy and the multiversal genocide against the symbiote and their would-be hosts. We suppose we believe life is worth preservation.