Gyre nods, thinking about uh the sorts of feelings he'd had after his death, the way he'd craved community but only certain community, the way everything had felt unsafe. He can't help but imagine Seven will be the same, or worse, after having their agency stolen for so long.

"There should... be someone with them," he adds softly. "Whoever they like the most should stay nearby while they're meeting everyone. They'll feel safer that way." He finishes cubing the slab of meat, pushing the pieces aside and reaching to grab another one from Luka.