[The thoughts are veery small and too obscure for her to grasp, but she can feel the hum of his thought process twitching like a pulse under the fingers of her mind. With effort she might worm her way into his mind and know the full of it, but the vague sensation is enough to satisfy her for the moment.

It's rude to pry. She tries not to.]

We're afraid the motivations beyond the extermination of the symbiote and their hosts are unclear to us. The enemy we fight wears many faces and its goals are... [She lapses into a moment of study, regarding him thoughtfully.]] ...-- they seem to be highly variable. The consistent factor is the danger its agents present to us.