Unable to hear what the group of people are saying, Vorath recedes into the shadows. He thinks over the look of the group. "They do not look like any I have seen in my imprisonment. Yet, can I trust my life to them. Perhaps I should just look for a way out on my own. My hive is ..." HIVE? "No, no, no. What is happening to me?" Vorath thinks to himself, holding his head as he tries to sort through the mix of thoughts flowing rapidly like a raging river. Hive, nest, home, clan... one mixes with the other.
"I AM NOT A BUG!!!" Vorath yells at the top of his lungs as visions of drones and a queen fill his mind, his own mother's face becoming that of an insect. Vorath falls from his perch on the top of the cavern. His body crashes with a clack of chiten against stone. His head is spinning, images and memories merging together in a twisted hoax that his mind is incapable of handling.