She shook her head again, then clutched at the bar as the action made her vision swim. "Too much drink for this discussion," she muttered, then looked to him, focusing her eyes after a little struggle. "Thordon, you're right, it isn't killing them. But it's erasin' part of what it is t'be a Yeerk. What th' heck does that mean, 'Yeerks at heart'? In one generation, they're assimilated. Gone."
She started to shake her head again then stopped herself, settling on narrowing her gaze instead. "And besides, it isn't voluntary, unless you count electin' between becoming a nothlit and execution a choice. I say if some humans wanna be voluntary hosts t'Yeerks, they shouldn't be prevented."