[If she knew Yuya's thoughts, she'd disabuse him of the notion that she'd fled Hermes. Meteion had done as Hermes had ordered her--to join her sisters and challenge the races of Etheirys to prove their worth, their ability to survive. Things had worked out, then, but there'd been no altruism in her heart, either. She'd been well subjugated to her sisters' will, the collective so much stronger than the individual.]

You know that I am an empath? Do you know what that is? [If Meteion needs to explain, she will, but for the moment, she continues.] As a collective, my sisters and I could--sing, and--let out a powerful emotional wave of despair throughout the Sea of Stars. Sometimes...often...it would make them wink out. Make their denizens destroy themselves, or give up on living. Sow grief. Propagate war and division.