"You are also highly intelligent, and a good friend." They chatter a bit, but stop moving. The flowers are growing all through their leg. They're covered in tiny flecks of white, though as she hasn't seen them wounded before, she might not recognize it as blood.

"Parsee, we are a murderer." They've hurt a lot of people too, but they doubt she'd call them troublesome or monstrous or unworthy of love. "We have many friends."

"This unit is unaccustomed to pain. We are uncertain what we must confess to cure this."