Sonvek speaks to the Andorian woman again, his voice failing, the drug relaxing him, allowing his fatigue and metal state to express themselves, finally.  "Emoira, you'll find that nothing is as it seems here.  That's what they found.  Not at first.  But..."  His eyes slide shut, and he speaks again, softly.  "Nothing is real."  Sleep takes him, then.<br/><br/>(OOC: Per our friendly GM, I've just burned an action point.)