[That the Warpers are acting on the will of the planet stings just a little, and Sorey can't help the flicker of unease that comes with that. But he knows that the planet has no reason to trust them after what the Precursors did. Open and honest, he tries to convey that through word and feeling.]

Given the information we have right now, I don't know if we can offer a guarantee that everything will go like we hope. We want to help, but we can only do so much on our own. If our plan is going to work we need your cooperation.

[Hope is mixed with the possibility as he mirrors back the image of the Warpers leaving them alone. It's a tentative and vague plan, with details blurred, but there's enough there: inspecting the Precursor bases and compiling the data they gathered on the disease; finding the Emperor and her children in order to see if their enzymes can be used to help facilitate a cure; having the Warpers distribute any potential cure, their ability to locate the disease turned into an asset instead of a problem. It hinges on them being able to create a cure, and he doesn't hide the fact that he doesn't know how long that will take. But there's an overwhelming amount of confidence pushed behind it--these people can do anything if you give them a chance.]