<Yes, of course.> He knows more than he wants to about killing humans. <Please endeavor to give me a signal if it comes to that. This... the one time I've killed a human of my own discretion it was to spare her infestation. Naturally, I didn't know liberation would come two years later. Many people can bear two years, if they survive.>

It's so hard to know what's right. So many of the choices he's made aren't even ones he would make differently, necessarily.

The ground is rougher and more irregular here, the trees sparser. Alloran slows unwillingly, his hooves clicking against rock, both stalk eyes swiveling at a sound that turns out to be a deer crashing away from them. <They are coming faster than I would like. What is it like to nightmare? Andalites have some sleeping brain activity, but we retain very little of it when we wake, not like these visions.>