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Seven nods in confirmation. Truth be told, she'd been wanting to speak with the captain about this for quite some time now, as there is literally no-one that she knows of who shares her particular experience, who has been Borg for any amount of time and had to learn to live as a person again. A person with one mind, whose thoughts are their own, who acts of their won free will and isn't following a collective directive or desire. It hasn't even been two years for her, and it has been a trying period of time.
"I loathed Captain Janeway for taking me from the Borg. The silence was maddening. It took time for me to get used to that silence and to see the mercy, the kindness that was paid towards me for what it was." For the captain could have very well have had her phasered or tossed out the nearest airlock. She didn't have to save her, to give Seven her life back, but she did. "Though I admit, there are times when I miss their voice."
The Collective's. The harmony present in billions of voices speaking as one was indescribable, and she found a disturbing sense of comfort in that harmony, in the tangible presence of other minds that were assuring you were not alone. If there's one thing Seven fears above all else, even being reabsorbed into the Collective, it is being completely and utterly alone.