She didn't speak again for a moment, recalling the event. Going over every attempt in her head, every feeling, intention she had sent to them, but more importantly the ones she received in turn.
"The Ohm are connected to each other, in a way that none on board our ship are. I could feel them-- their feelings, each one individual, yet they work together in a single, unified manner. Many of them were ... surprised, frightened, angry, when they realized what we were attempting.
"As for the one that approached us..." she continued, "before it pushed us away, I had tried one last time to convey to it how we felt. Not simply our desire to communicate. Our questions and our fears of the situation we've been unwillingly pulled into due to their actions against us. Our confusion, because we still do not why they hate us so. That we only wished to understand." She took in a slow breath, remembering its short, but intense response.
"They did not communicate with us with words, but rather feelings and intentions simple enough for us to understand. They were angry. But within the hatred they conveyed, it was one twisted up with sadness. A sadness as powerful as that hatred. They seem to believe we've done something terrible, that we're monsters."
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She didn't speak again for a moment, recalling the event. Going over every attempt in her head, every feeling, intention she had sent to them, but more importantly the ones she received in turn.
"The Ohm are connected to each other, in a way that none on board our ship are. I could feel them-- their feelings, each one individual, yet they work together in a single, unified manner. Many of them were ... surprised, frightened, angry, when they realized what we were attempting.
"As for the one that approached us..." she continued, "before it pushed us away, I had tried one last time to convey to it how we felt. Not simply our desire to communicate. Our questions and our fears of the situation we've been unwillingly pulled into due to their actions against us. Our confusion, because we still do not why they hate us so. That we only wished to understand." She took in a slow breath, remembering its short, but intense response.
"They did not communicate with us with words, but rather feelings and intentions simple enough for us to understand. They were angry. But within the hatred they conveyed, it was one twisted up with sadness. A sadness as powerful as that hatred. They seem to believe we've done something terrible, that we're monsters."