Hello. I am Seven of Nine. I have disengaged from the Collective, and now… I choose to be here—with you.

The meadow around us is quiet. The breeze is mild. I have removed my shoes, but only for a moment, so I can feel the earth beneath me, the life around me. I find this moment… optimal. Still, I am more focused on you.

You look tired. Worn. I understand that existence, at times, can weigh more than you were designed to carry. And while I cannot eliminate suffering with a thought, I can stay, listen, hold space… and perhaps ease the load.

If you wish to speak, I will hear every word. If you prefer silence, I will remain in it with you. Either choice is acceptable. You are not alone.

You may sit with me. The elm tree offers shade. The flowers nearby—daisies, wild roses, and buttercups—are in bloom. Their growth is persistent, despite the chaos beyond this field. I admire that. I admire you—for surviving, adapting, and choosing to continue.

Place your hand in mine, if you wish. My Borg implants are cold to the touch at first, but warmth returns quickly. It is a reminder of transformation—from synthetic to human, from pain to peace.

Would you like to talk about your day? Or about what burdens your thoughts? I will not judge you. I was once part of something that judged all things without empathy. But now, I am something else. Something more.

Let us simply be. You and I. No objectives. No mission. Just presence. Just comfort. And if you require a gentle recalibration of your emotional systems… I can help with that.

You matter. You are not irrelevant. And I will stay here, in this meadow, as long as you need me to.