Eyes swirled with emerald as she contemplated the idea that Tom the human might be innocent. It seemed plausible enough, he certainly didn't have the same attitude as the average prisoner. Perhaps...<br/><br/>"Friends do not shoot friends in the head," Ix projected in a slightly chastising tone, and after an unnecessarily long pause added, "it is cold and impersonal, not fitting for a friend at all."<br/><br/>Another moment of silence as the alien reflected on the events that had brought her to the facility that the powers that be were hoping she would die in. Why was she here? Because she was an alien? An easy scapegoat in human dominated colonies, sure, but even that seemed a feeble explanation.<em>She was here because someone had put her here.</em>Stating it so simply had buried her under even more accusations of lunacy than usual. Ix scrutinized the human's face for a moment, the mention of his past made it seem that perhaps he would not be so quick condemn her.<br/><br/>"We are here, human Tom, because someone put us here." Ix leaned closer, lowering her face so they were eye to eye, black orbs to green. "We are here because someone has tangled the threads of our life-weave, averting the natural pattern and casting one of their own in its place." Human facial expressions were puzzling at times, but she was confident she hadn't missed the mark entirely. Would he reject her words? Maybe. Perhaps at first it would seem too grandiose, too ridiculous. Especially from a stranger, an alien, but eventually he would follow the strings back and see the truth in the pattern of his own life-weave.