[Perry hears the voices before he sees the woman--the toneless alien drone of the Triangles' mindspeech filling his head--and despite his seeming resignation to doing what Arthur wants, he winces. They're just... screaming. It's worse than he remembers, half directionless abuse, half a wordless expression of their rage. He shudders visibly, his big body hunching forward as if the sound were a physical weight placed on his shoulder. He doesn't need to look at her; he knows exactly what he's going to see. But he looks anyway. He can't stop himself. The Triangles stand out dark blue on her sagging skin, their tentacles radiating out underneath. Their black, lidless eyes stare right at Perruy. No matter how many times he's seen projections with Triangles, the eyes still get him. A strangled moan escapes him and he tears his eyes away to look at Arthur.]

I don't want to do this. Please... [He says it desperately, his exterior calm gone. The voices are too loud.] I don't need this.