[There was a time he would have answered just as impulsively, let the unbalanced flow her words bring rise through him, allowed he indignance and the offense give answer. In his youth he had been unbalanced. And still, at times- but for now he takes the buffering of her words I'm passively, only the slightest shift of his shoulders to betray the emotions he closes down on.]

Assume less. If that were true you would place yourself in a precarious situation by saying such.

[But as it is not true, she only risks being an annoyance to a man annoyed by many things.]

You could not survive here without the symbiote. This place was not designed for minds unconnected. And even if you could you would be satisfied to merely exist aboard this station until your days ended? We give you the chance to do more. If you wish to consider it the cost of your rescue that is your choice, but we will not force you to fight, and we will not force you to help.

[The words come out perfectly level toned, the speed of their delivery only increasing by short degrees, until he reaches a point that he stops. Breaths. Centers himself before continuing.]

That is not our plan. You cannot destroy what you do not know. All we can do is attempt to thwart their interference where we find it, when we are capable.