"I understand your need." Tommy did. He had memories of his own screaming in locked rooms or out in the desert.

It took a moment before the Anthean realized these were mourning cries and not anger. The emotions said they were the former.

"Then I will join you." Tommy let out a mind numbingly loud wail; high in pitch, airy and discordant.. at least to human ears. Who knew how an Anthean's strangely airy and high voice would sound to a Klingon.