It is, perhaps, a fair explanation – honest, earnest. But Blue is still rattled by that horrible onslaught. His head ducks again, his own hands going to his temples, pressing, trying to squeeze it out. The buzzing, still...

All that screaming. He said obliterated, and Blue's mind returns to Ganymede. It's almost as palpable as that day, some three hundred years ago.

It can't escape, the man says. Blue's mind takes it in different context. He has to. Has to get away. These humans– that human girl–

It's no good. It's no good – his focus is gone.

Wincing once more, the glow intensifies to a quick flash, then is suddenly gone – as is Blue as its source.