Avon's lip curled. "You mean he ran off. Cowardly bastard."

He let out a short gasp of relief as the Borg voice released him; it was like a clamp letting go in his mind. "Ah - thank you." He closed his eyes, allowing himself to revel for a moment in the wonderful silence. Then he pulled himself together and returned his attention to Data.

"I understand. Tell me what to do."