The ship was a strange place now, months had gone by without his presence, and without his connection to their thoughts, and in that time, things had changed. Conn wasn't entirely sure he appreciated it, but only because that meant he had to re-gather all the information he had originally collected on his human crew members to begin with.

It had been a difficult few months, the most difficult the ship had ever experienced. Conn wasn't exactly displeased at that fact considering that it was the collective fear and horror from the Cannibal incident that had finally broken him out of his Coma, but he was also displeased to find that things had changed somewhat. Conn didn't lie change, especially the change that he saw within the Commander. The only person aboard the ship that he could actually communicate with mind to mind.

Well actually scratch that, there were a few others he could speak with, but currently the weighed about fifteen pounds and had language ability so rudimentary it was like trying to talk with the dog.

Regardless, the last few months had absolutely ruined what tentative trust the two of them had garnered.

After returning to the ship, and after putting the Commander into a sort of psychological coma to deal with shock, a HAZMAT team from earth had been called to deal with the issue. Ensuing autopsies had proven that the crew had, in fact, been eating each other despite their being plenty of food left in storage. The remaining survivor, who the commander had been forced to kill in self defense was one Captain Everett Malaney Ex UNSC officer and current freelance ship contractor for both tourist and colonist divisions. By all right he had been an upstanding decision.

His autopsy had shown that advanced scurvy including kidney failure was the main reason for his monstrous appearance, bruised skin, thinning hair, infected gums and so on. As for the behavior of the crew, it could only be put down to some sort of exaggerated mass hysteria when people realized they would likely die alone in space billions of miles from home in the blackness of space.

Commander Vir had been..... Ok at that point, but the subsequent venture into a border-world prison had shattered his already cracked composure.

Conn was the only one who had been able to experience the fall from the man's own perspective. Watching inside his head as he careened into a psychological spiral that had eventually brought them to the earth for treatment.

Generally conn would have said that he totally didn't care about anyone's mental status, and he still would say the same upon being prompted, but this was something that needed to be taken care of and it needed to be done quickly. It wasn't his fault he was the only one who would truly be able to handle it.

So there he floated in the darkness of early morning, down the hall and towards the mess hall, a ghost town in the early morning devoid of both the sleeping crew-members and the skeleton crew who were off working at their perspective jobs.

He could sense five minds on approach to the room. Three rudimentary and childish minds, and one completely alien guided primarily by smell and hearing. She was the one to sense his first, with that powerful nose of hers. She didn't like his smell, it was a burning and caustic thing that made her uneasy, and generally caused her to sneeze.

The next to notice were the spiderlings underdeveloped noses that were already almost as good as the dogs. They were strange creatures to be sure and Conn wasn't sure how he thought about them.

Tendrils billowing at his back he floated into the room.

With a whine of agitation, the dog lifted her head from where she had been grooming one of the spiderlings cradled between her two forward paws. Her tongue was still out from where she had been dragging it down the monstrosity's back. Finally recognizing that he wasn't going to leave she went back to her grooming. The soft scritch scritch scritch sound of her tongue on fur echoing around the room. She hadn't originally known how to feel about the spiderlings, but they did smell oddly like Adam, and they looked enough like puppies that she could almost ignore the fact that they had extra legs.

He floated a bit closer to where the commander was sitting alone at one of the tables pen in hand making soft scratching noises as it moved across the paper.

Clinging to his back, like some sort of grotesque backpack, was another one of those little monstrosities. This one's name was Glados, and Conn was almost sure that she was entirely a creation of anger and hatred aggressively protective of the commander even more so now that they considered his current psychological state.

Conn was only halfway across the room when the scratching of the pen slowed.

Adam paused, and Conn listened as a chill went up the man's spine. He could feel something watching him. And Conn marveled at that fact not entirely sure how the human could know that he was here when he had made no noise. Glados turned her head and hissed at him, but Conn flicked at her with his mind making her shrink back with a whimper.

Setting down his pencil, Adam turned slowly in his seat.

His expression registered absolutely no shock upon seeing Conn floating towards him. On the surface, he looked older as if he had aged ten years in the past month. He was slightly disheveled too hair mussed over his head, skin pale, with dark circles under his eyes. Everything about him seemed washed out.

"Conn." The man said, his voice echoing about the room. It was soft, flat, and uncharacteristic of him.

Conn paused glancing through the man's mind to get a good look at the paper. His vision wasn't so good in the dark confines of the ship. Generally his species spent much of its time in the direct light of stars, so much of his world was seen through other people's heads. He saw the sketchy line drawing of a zombie head with hesitant crosshatched marks of shading.

:"Still haven't bothered to tell your therapist about that?" Conn projected into his mind.

He felt a sudden flash of anger in the man before it faded away dimmed as soon as it had come. That fact made Conn displeased.

He didn't like the man without some sort of passion, and if he couldn't get happiness he would have settled for anger.

Not that he cared of course.

"No.... I haven't."

"Why not?"

"You should already know the answer to that." The commander said turning back to his drawing, "Go on, I know you've already looked."

Of course Conn had taken a look.

"Why do you insist on getting over this yourself when someone payers her a truckload of cash to help. It seems stupid and prideful."

"Keep going." The man prompted.

"Well consider now that I am here you no longer have privacy, so there is no reason to try and hide it anymore."

There was a deep sigh, and the man tilted back his head. Inside Conn could hear his inner monologue urging his anger down. Conn couldn't understand what kind of privacy invasion this was, in fact he should have seen this coming, but he still didn't want to explain himself to the strange creature and it's freaky black eyes.

"Why do you want me to explain myself when you can just read my mind anyway. Why do you need to hear it from me."

"I don't need to hear anything, you need to hear it."

The man paused setting down his pencil and turning again to look at Conn, one of his eyebrows was raised and the expression he had taken on was almost one of a disapproving father, which was a strange expression on a man that spends most of his time in the mental headspace of a 12 year old.

"Why do you care."

Con kicked his feet a little causing himself to float upwards towards the ceiling, " I don't care accept for your constant inner pity party is putting me off my relaxation time. I did just wake up from a coma after all, and the last thing I want is to have to deal with your dysfunctional thoughts invading my snooping. You see it is very difficult to dig up juicy secrets on the rest of the crew when your 'oh woe is me' attitude keeps breaking into my concentration."

Another little spark of anger, this time a little stronger.

yes , that was good, better to have to moving out and being destructive that way than moving in. However, the human locked down his troughs with an angry twist of his lips, "Will it get you out of my head."

"Alright."

"What do I need to do."

"Nothing really. I am going to say something to you and you are going to respond, that's it."

The human hesitated his chin lowered a bit, but eventually he sat back arms crossed, "Ok seems easy enough."

"Bitch"

The human frowned, "Hold on."

"Bitch."

"Hey," Another flash of anger, "What the hell kind of statement is that."

"Whiny pathetic bitch."

The human stood, "Hold on, I said I would play your game, and then you just come at me with insults." That little spark was growing inside his chest heating up nice and warm. Conn could almost feel it as if it was his own. He liked the sensation. Human emotions were so fun to feel, so fun to play with. They gave him physical sensations he was physically incapable of having.

"Whiny- pathetic - bitch." he repeated

"You know what Conn screw you and the horse you rode in on because I have no idea where you are getting this."

"Really. Someone once told me that actions speak louder than words and here you are moaning to your therapist about how hard your life is, and how hard it is to sleep and how hard everything is wa wa.... Wa."

The human thrust a finger at him, "You shut your trash mouth. I am not going to be shamed for getting myself help. What I had to go through was rough, and I wasn't ready for it. I could sit in the corner and cry about it, but here I am getting help holding myself together, so you can just shut up."

"Doesn't seem to be working."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean."

Conn held out his hands to either side, "Look around Commander. Here you are sitting alone in the dark at three in the morning drawing pictures of cannibal zombies. I mean honestly you have gone and lost it. If you really wanted to get better you would probably tell her that you keep seeing him when you look in the mirror."

"Fuck you Conn. I needed time, I STILL need time, and I will TAKE all of the TIME I NEED."

If he could have cracked his knuckles he would have. This was fun, "No you can't. You have a job to do, and by acting like this you are letting the entire crew down.

"Id let the crew down more if I took over not being ready."

"Then why aren't you ready?"

The human stepped forward right up in his face. The spark had lit into a flame fanned. The anger was billowing outwards, "I think I deserve to feel like shit for a little while. I watched a man die."

"You mean the man you killed." Conn went on smuggly

The human was even closer to him now, chest to chest, "I DID-NOT-KILL-HIM. I survived. That man may have deserved what he got and maybe he didn't, but no one died and made me GOD so it's not my place to decide."

"You didn't help him though, did you."

"No, I didn't, but why was it MY job to help him. Me against an entire prison. The guards weren't going to stop them, they hated that guy just as much as the rest of us, and while we are on the subject. YES I wanted him dead, any normal person would. I'm not a saint, I'm not perfect and yes I have those sort of thoughts. In fact, I got what was coming to me; my punishment was the beating I got. Anyone who blames me for any of that can go right to hell." The flame was roaring nice and warm now. It was anger, and it was making both of them feel light. Blood ran through their hands and into their heads.

It felt sort of nice to be mad.

"Oh please, if you really believed that, you wouldn't feel so guilty."

The human snarled. The dogs and the spiderlings on the floor had retreated under a table, but Glados hissed along with him. "You think I feel guilty because of HIM, no. I feel guilty because I didn't live up to my own standards. If I really am who I thought I was, I would have helped him no matter what, but I didn't and that's why I am frustrated. I am not the man I thought I was, and that PISSES ME OFF."

Conn floated a little closer two dark eyes looking into one green one, "You know who you remind me of?"

"Oh please tell me more, I am DYING to know."

Conn paused allowing the tension to build, "Mr. Everett."

The room had gone very silent. Glados stopped growling, and her little ears went back, "Take.... That.... Back." The human hissed in a horse whisper.

"Make... me." Conn whispered back

He watched from the Commander's peripheral vision as Glados crawled across the floor and under the table. He was getting into dangerous territory, but that was no matter. He would manage just fine, "Come on, just look at his career, mirrors your own now wouldn't it. I can just imagine it, the ship goes dark and poor little Adam Vir loses his mind and starts eating the crew."

A vein was pulsing just above the man's good eye, "I would not."

"I wonder what the Drev taste like. I mean Sunny is small enough, you could probably catch her and chop her up into bite sized pieces if you really wanted to."

'I said SHUT UP."
"Why should I!"

The man lifted his hands as if he was going to choke Conn, but held back balling them into fists, "I would never do that, and I don't give a damn what you say. I would keep my cool, and we would find a way out because that is what we always do."

Conn shrugged intentionally and quite completely blowing him off as if it was nothing.

"You know it's just sad. You trying to justify yourself."

"What do you want from me Conn. Why are you her. Does messing with people get you off or something. Is this some kind of sadistic pleasure for you?"

There was silence in the room for a long moment.

Waffles whined below the table, and the spiderlings chirped nervously along with her.

"No Commander." His voice lost it's edge, he let it slip take on a more distant quality inside the man's head.

"These thoughts aren't mine....." The human looked on in confusion, the flame in his chest pausing.

"They're yours." The flame was snuffed blown into smoke which rose into confusion on his face. He took a step back.

"What are you talking about?"

"None of those words were mine. I stole them all from your own head. All of the insults all of the illogical assumptions." He grinned, "they made you mad, didn't they because they didn't make sense."

The man just stood there mouth agape jaw working furiously though no sound came out

"You argued pretty heavily with me didn't you. Thought I was being some sort of asshole...." Laughter, not that he could make the sound, but inside the man's head he could sound like anything, "I'm not the asshole, Commander...you are. Calling yourself names, doubting yourself. Personally my opinion is that if you are allowed to do it, than I am. I mean if it's inside your own head than you must believe it."

"But I don't." the man whispered

"Than what do you believe commander?" He waited there, knowing the answer but watching as the human struggled to find it inside his own cluttered head. Parts of his subconscious doing its best to hide the truth, but then he snagged it. Just a tendril, but it was enough.

He sighed deflating, "I want to feel normal again, I want to get back to work. I wanted someone to be angry at me, someone to yell at me like I won't shatter. I want them to tell me that I am NOT doing as well as I could. I want people to expect MORE from me not less because less means that they believe in me less. Even if I can't reach it, I want people to honestly believe that I can because maybe if someone believe it, it's true."

"You feel like people have been making excuses for you."

He threw his hands in the air, "Exactly. They've been going so easy, they've been so nice, but that's not what I want... It's not what I need. I know it sounds stupid, but I want someone to come in here and tell me to my face that I need to do better because they'd be right. All the doctors and all my friends they think they are being supportive, and they are, but that's not what I need. I need expectations."

Conn crossed his arms, "Fine, do better. Get off your ass and get back to work."

He sighed, "it's different coming from you."

"Why?"

"Because You know exactly what I want, but you're probably don't mean it. I don't need platitudes Conn."

More laughter. He liked the sound it was fun, and it was a great way to mock people, "Platitudes. Do you honestly think I care about your feelings enough to give you platitudes. I am being honest. I think you're being a selfish asshole sitting here all alone in the dark coloring when you have a job to do. Do better."
The man was glaring at him again. That little spark in his chest had come back easier than it had before, Conn reveled in the feeling of his anger.

"What do you want Commander, right now what do you feel right now."

"Probably the desire to strangle you." Conn didn't even bother flinching.

"You don't really want that."

He sighed in annoyance, "Fine, I don't want that.... I...." Conn waved a hand trying to prompt him on. Conn could feel it, a sort of buildup of emotion inside the man. Physically it felt like a cap on a shaken up bottle filling his entire body up till just under his head, like he was trying to keep his face out of the water in order to avoid drowning.

"You now what, honestly I'M PISSED OFF. IT'S NOT FAIR DAMN IT. If I could just....."

"Come on...." Conn coaxed.

"If I could just, clear it all out then maybe I'd feel better, but I have to act all civilized because of my rank. I have to be in control.

Conn waved a hand dismissively and motioned around the room, "Well go on, no one is stopping you."

"Not on the ship." The man hissed in return.

"It's your ship isn't it. Look around, Commander what is the worst you could do, break a couple of chairs bust the coffee machine , nothing you couldn't pay for."

"What if the crew sees.

"Screw them." Conn said, "everyone will be better off if you get a little destructive now versus not doing it and being a lot more destructive later."

THe man held his eyes for a very long moment, "It won't be pretty."

"I'm inside your head, I have seen plenty of things that aren't pretty."

There was silence for a few seconds before.

"You should probably step back."

This time Conn did as directed floating back and high watching as the man turned on the spot. His head was bowed, his hands curled into claws at his side. He watched from the sky as one dog and three spiderlings slunk across the room and hid under the salad bar.

He allowed himself to feel the buildup as the man's hands began to shake uncontrollably, his breathing grew heavy, blood rushed into his face and neck, and then, the cap burst from the bottle....

WIth a scream of anger, almost inhuman the man lashed out with his prosthetic leg kicking the table. The power was enough to snap some of the bolts holding it in place and it hit the floor on it's side with a crash. Chairs went flying along with creative curses Conn would have to save for later. Silverware crashed onto the ground. Lights hung from exposed wires. Metal screeched as it was dented. Paper was rent and scattered about the floor like confetti.

Minutes passed by followed a reign of destruction so impressive Conn admitted he actually underestimated what was going to happen.

The commander stood at the center of the room surrounded by carnage. His hands were bleeding. He tilted his head back towards the ceiling screamed again and fell to his knees breathing hard. There he went quiet and Conn could feel as the last bit drained from him, dripping onto the floor and dissipating away.

The red faded from his neck and face, and with an exhausted sigh he flopped onto his back one bloody hand resting on his stomach, the other resting on the floor as he stared at the ceiling. Conn floated over, adjusting the gravity field so he sunk to the floor, and lay down as well. Their heads were side by side, though their feet were going in opposite directions.

They lay like that for a minute.

After a few moments, There was a soft shuffling on the floor as waffles slunk from under the salad bar crouched close to the ground, her tail sweeping fast and slow to the ground her ears back.

She scooted closer to the commander, whimpering and yawning with agitation.

The commander patted her ears as he stared up at the ceiling, and she lay against him in the crook of his arm.

Noise down in the hallway, along with the sound of rushing feet and a group of humans charged onto the deck carrying an assorted array of weaponry. They paused in the doorway to the mess hall from two doorways looking both worried and confused spotting the commander lying amidst the carnage.

"Commander wha-"

The man held up a finger, "SHHH.... Shhhhh."

The humans went quiet looking between each other with confused expressions. Dr. katie poked her head around the door frame and glanced around the room, then with tentative steps she walked quietly into the room and towards where the commander lay. She didn't say anything but paused, then shrugged and slowly lowered herself to the ground, adjusting herself till she was flat on her back staring up at the ceiling. The other humans looked between each other in surprised confusion, but one of the marines shrugged walked forward and lay down on one of Conn's other sides resting his hands atop his stomach in silent contemplation.

Following their baser social instincts, the other humans followed until, one by one, he was surrounded by an array of human bodies all staring up at the sky in deep contemplation. Conn reached out to them feeling their solidarity to their commander, and then connected the two together allowing the Commander to hear them for one brief moment.

There was silence and then, inside his head.

"Thank you, Conn."

"don't mention it."

...

"Conn."

"Yes."

"Don't EVER try that on anyone else.... ever again."

"You have my word, Commander."

Whatever..... its not like he cared.