Fight, Flight, or Gut You Like A Fish?

Tough pill to swallow

Quick warning! Y/N has a panic attack, and I dunno if that warrants a warning... but here it is anyways! So enjoy!

》Y/N pov《

Purple makes his way into the room like a storm, only I can't tell if this is the kind of storm to kill thousands of civilians, or the kind that sends people to Oz.

"You can understand us now?" Purple asks calmly.

His voice has a deep timber to it, and less of an accent compared to Red and Green. But even with his question I can sense the demand in his voice, it feels like even in a crowded room you'd be able to hear him whisper. Just like Purple his voice means business. With that being said…

"Yeah! Isn't it awesome?" I run my fingers gently over the smooth metal of the translator. 

"This is good, yes." He pauses looking at the others, "But I assume you have questions."

The room goes stale, a tension rising between us. Of course I have questions, but at this point do I want them answered? I've built a kind of friendship with these aliens, and a part of me doesn't want to ruin that. But I also know that in this situation; information is the key to survival.

"Of course I have questions." My eyes glance to the floor. "Do I want the answers?" 

》Ayull pov《

The scent of nervousness and fear fills the room. However I can still see the determination in our 'oomans eyes, they fear the answer and yet they still seek it. Their hands tense in their lap, their legs swing, and their eyes stay locked in place.

"That is for you to decide." I shrug, Veta and Bahtoh glance nervously between each other.

Emotions war on the 'oomans face. Frustration, anger, fear, and finally contempt. Closing their eyes and taking a deep breath the 'ooman stills themselves. Their heart rate noticeably slows, and the anxiety in the air lessens.

"I want to know." Their eyes open and stare with a new spark- no… a fire of determination.

"Good. Follow me and your questions will be answered." Y/N takes my hand and I lead them to the main deck. 

The short walk feels as though it takes an eternity. An air of stress is coming off the 'ooman, and it makes this no easier.

I know what they will ask, and I know to tell the truth. But still I fear, I am scared that they will reject us. That they will kick and scream, be revolted or devastated. These worries are stupid, I know, but that doesn't stop them from swarming my mind.

' What if they reject me?'

》Y/N pov《

As we enter the main deck screens pop up, they're full of information in a language I cannot read. There are some things I recognise; pictures. There is footage- recordings of the woods, of other humans. Running and fighting, screaming and dying. I don't recognise any of the faces,  but most look like criminals. Or people who have seen better days. 

"Ask and we will answer." Purple takes a seat in the main chair, even now we are hardly at eye level. 

"How will I know if you're telling the truth?" Even though they promise my safety; ignorance is not bliss in this situation. 

"We have no need to lie-"

"Use your bracelet," Green interrupts. "You can monitor our heart rate to ensure our truth."