<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/>Seven went silent, turning his face this way and that and fidgeting with his hands as though trying to get at an itch that couldn't be reached no matter how far he reached or how much he scratched.  It wasn't a nervous movement brought on by stress, but one of irritable confusion.<br/><br/><em>Ignorance.</em><br/><br/>"Ignorance," he said aloud, squirming his way out of the bath and settling beside Kara instead, legs crossed and hands biting into soft curves that were currently acting as kneecaps.  His voice took on a new tone, one that buzzed with activity.  "We are small, Kara.  Tiny things scrambling in the Great Black in search of answers, when we do not even know the questions they belong to.  We take leaps of logic and find that our faith goes unrewarded.  We are<em>small</em>."<br/><br/>He reached forward, finally touching at a wayward lock of the woman's light hair, curling it briefly around a slender finger, then pushing it delicately back into place.  His eyes focused in unison, suddenly free of distracting thoughts.  "Soft today.  As expected."  The alien's head shook, and he made a jittering noise that sounded something like an embarrassed cough.  "Apologies.  Unimportant.  Anyway:  Ignorance.  Before you remarked that we do not know the true nature of the Blight.  Upon ruminating on this conundrum, I too confess bafflement."<br/><br/>Seven leaned his face a bit closer, as though to impart some grave secret that only she should hear.  "What we chase cannot be touched if It does not want to be.  It sunders worlds.  Collapses civilizations.  A Wretch playing at God because It does not believe there exists a power that could hold It in check.  The Glorious Ultothar could surely balance the Blight Decorus, but It remains elusive.  It toys with colonies, avoiding confrontation."<br/><br/>Then, with marked confusion, "Yet I am sent anyway.  My attacks are but physical ones, and like yours can do nothing against the Blight.  Why?  What is my purpose here?  What is our purpose, chasing a ghost without Uncrossable Streams and functional Traps?"  A pause, as though listening.  "A...distraction?"