Its' response sends a chill through me, which my survival instinct quickly suppresses. I sit down across from it and wonder what it thinks I am not ready for. With all the things I have done and seen in my life, what I remember of it, part of me truly believes I could face anything. But another part shrinks away from the unknown.
"I simply mean. that you might need. someone to. talk to. Perhaps. something is. troubling you. Or perhaps. you need me. to do something. else for you. You have proven. youurself to be. very powerful. on your own. in recent weeks. but I wish. to make myself. useful. if I can."
Am I betraying my kind again? It feels different this time, but there is a sense of something sinister just over the horizon. A question pops into my mouth before I know what I am asking.
"The ones who are. missing. Are they dead? Or simply. not here. anymore?"