T'Ra was immediately hit by an intense, gut-wrenching sense of fear, an emotion so basic and primal that it was rooted deeply in the core of one's being. That driving need to survive that overpowered all else. Not even logic could weather such a storm, it too being forced to bend or break. But there was more to it than just fear, a sense of loss: of self, of logic, of control. And for one raised in the Vulcan way, there was nothing more debilitating, more agonizing, than this.
And before she could react, a le-matya sprang to the foreground, bringing to mind a harrowing experience she had had with one as a child. T'Ra became conscious that her breathing had quickened, and she forced it back to a slower, more even pace.
~Do not be afraid.~ she told him gently. ~You are safe here. You are in control.~ T'Ra had never lead anyone through a process like this, so she was unsure how to proceed. But it was her hope that if she could help him observe his memories, break them down, and see them logically for what they were, that he would be able to leave them in the past where they belonged.