Here Calls the Spark of Primus.

*Auspex sighs again. She seems to be doing that a lot* I know -- I'm simply trying to get an idea of how you feel, exactly, and I'm only agitating you. *her optics flicker offline* I can't clearly see the emotions you've felt in the past, unless you exhibit them now, where I can sense them. I want so much to help you, but you are turning away.. Just tell me what troubles you! *She looks at him, optics of terrible sadness, with the sorrow of Primus, the fact that she is failing at this, failing to soothe, achieving the opposite of what she is seeking. This is her worst fear: to find brokeness, but be unable to bring solace...*