"On the matter of rectifying the mistakes of one's people, I am in complete agreement with you," says Myitt gratingly, glaring right back. "But I'm sure you're aware that it's far easier said than done." She shakes her head, glancing at the bar counter. "I expect our organization is no more than a rumor to the Andalite Electorate precisely because of your attitude toward its existence. Would your Andalite friends really believe our intentions are truthful, let alone believe we exist? I doubt it. It's not as though we haven't tried to forge an alliance with your people. We don't want to harm Andalites, we don't even need to be friends. We just want to be civil and cooperate, because we're both working toward the same goal." She sighs and looks back at Efaen. "If we're all the same Imperialist slugs you've learned about in your training, then does that mean your people are all the same sanctimonious grass-eating meddlers of the galaxy? Hardly, although you're not doing much to heal that damaging image. But I can decide for myself whether propaganda is true or not."
Corliss glances at Terenia's pool briefly when she sends out the broad thought-speak message.
<God, maybe you should shut her up, Corliss,> says Mike, meaning Efaen, <before Myitt starts throwing punches.>