Beverly can only guess at how that feels, barely imagine what living like that would be like. In a way, it reminds her of the Borg, only with a twist. The Borg were always one. There was no need for privacy, so there was no privacy at all. But Beverly could still remember what it was like to bring Jean-Luc back from that, to watch as he struggled with himself. He rarely talked about it, but from what they knew, the voices... not having those voices was as strange as having them so suddenly.

There was nothing to keep to oneself. All was known. And then it was gone.

She shivers involuntarily before turning to Finnick, her eyes hard. "No, they shouldn't," she agrees, her voice practically turning to stone. "No one should. Not a child, a teenager, or an adult. And that's why I will do anything I can to help you and keep you safe -- you, Annie, and everyone else from your world who went through that."

Even if she has to take them through her hell with her to the universe she is from, they will never again know the horrors of Panem. Not if she has anything to say about it.

"Whatever it takes to keep you safe, I will do. Starfleet will have a field day with it in my universe, but I will bear the consequences."

Temporal Investigations would have her head and Guinan would be displeased, not to mention Jean-Luc's sense of duty, but Finnick and Annie especially are worth that risk.