He winced at the slurring, before activating a section of the armor around his throat, glad he had thought of this sort of situation beforehand, and had linked the armor to portions of his mind. The voice that issued from it was mechanical, without inflections and was monotone, but understandable. "They named my passenger before making the attacks. The wounds are likely corrosive to his essence. Like a poison. And they have been sending assassins at me for a long time. First time actual beyonders took a swipe at me though."<br/><br/>He couldn't put it into beyonder words, but he could at least try to explain some of what he knew.