<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">SEVEN</span></span></div><div align="center">---Current Location: Kara's Quarters---</div><br/>He stared for a moment, tilting his head from side to side in thought.  It was a wholly human gesture, as whatever constituted his brain was locked away in the metallic sphere at his waist.  Seven had picked up on quite a few mannerisms over the brief six months aboard the Castiel, most of them related to cocking his head at odd angles whenever he was forced to ponder something.  That and a particularly hilarious occasion where he kept flipping Etienne the bird with both hands whenever they crossed paths, having confused the gesture for a greeting after seeing it performed by a female crew member towards one of the more uncouth members of the maintenance staff.<br/><br/>"There is no greater Truth than Connection for me and my blessed kin, Kara.  Within the glorious Ultothar we are of one mind and body, joined in a union without equal.  There is no greater attachment than the one I feel for the One who bestowed life upon me, and all of its limitless multitudes of children."<br/><br/>His voice, usually incomprehensible, was somehow thick with emotion, all dull thrumming and deep percussive clicks.  But he paused in his revery, casting his face downwards towards the haggard woman in his grip.  Though Seven's words were logical and profound in his mind, some faint unease made him begin to doubt that it was the answer that Kara was looking for.  To him it was natural, but to aliens it would be nothing more than an abstract concept, undefinable and incomprehensible.<br/><br/><em>What a sad reality, that there are those who are barred from the brilliant warmth of a Collective Consciousness...</em><br/><br/>"Individual Attachment.  Local.  Personal.  These are foreign things.  Difficult to grasp.  To understand."  Another pause, and his hand went limp and returned sluggishly to his side.  "But we recognize it.  Acknowledge it.  In the times before, when Human Heather's consciousness still sang with a purity matching that of her blade, we would engage one another in discourse and combat routines.  And now, when I pass by areas of the Castiel Organism in which we both tread, I remember these times and feel a jarring Absence."<br/><br/>"I am uncertain if that is what Attachment is, but it is the only definition I know."<br/>