John kneels down by the fire in the Hork-Bajir camp, prodding the fire with a sharpened fire poker, he is in deep thought about the turn of events the past month or so threw at him. He has a slight drowsiness in his eyes. He has started to have doubts if they would succeed. Then he looks around at the camp, at all the faces that he is responsible for. He remembers why he chose to fight agents the Yeerk Empire. It was because that as long as there is a resistance, there is hope for earth. Hope for the free Hork-Bajir as well.
Jastalif sits nearby, as well as a few other Hork-Bajir. He stares into the fire, deep in his thoughts. Feeling a small amount of doubt himself, but he quickly suppresses it. He is supposed to be an example for his people. The one that shows them the way. The way to freedom. And to do that, he must show them that they must fight for it. No matter how much it pains him to kill a Hork-Bajir controller who he knows, deep inside, that the hork-bajir inside didn't want to die like this. For what they did to his people, he suppresses that feeling. He knows he must make the yeerks pay for all the suffering they inflicted on his people