Myitt watches Tamora for an uncomfortable moment. "I was at your mercy," she says finally. "So I'm glad at least all I got was a roller coaster ride."
Without another word she paces away from the gurney. As she passes Ossanlin and Alic she lays a hand on Alic's shoulder and whispers, "Hang on, I'll be right back."
She steps briefly into the cabin to retrieve her backpack, eyeing Claxter as she does so. The bottom of the pack is soaked in pool liquid, but otherwise its contents are unharmed. She fishes around until she finds the used Kandrona generator. One side of the semi-spherical device is already flat, and it hardly resembles the neural disruption cylinders the Empire used to quickly--and sometimes publicly--dispose of troublesome hosts and their Yeerks, but it would have to do. Myitt cups the dead generator in the palm of her hand, so that only the flat end, reminiscent of the deadly silver cylinder, is visible.
She walks back into the med bay, glancing wordlessly at Ossanlin, and steps up to Tamora's gurney.
"Since you were merciful to me, I'd like to return the favor and be merciful to you," says Myitt, constricting her voice to sound both grim and resolute. "We've learned all that we can learn from your mind, and surely you realize we cannot return you to the Empire, or harbor you forever as a prisoner of war. Even your voluntary host is a security risk, as much of a pity it is to destroy an innocent human. But I won't make you suffer." She heaves a heavy sigh. "I am sorry, to both of you."
With a trembling hand, Myitt slowly moves to press the flash of silver metal against the back of Tamora's neck while Tamora hangs, suspended and immobile, in the gurney's energy field.
