((Yes I was Naramir, which I later modified to NĂ¡ramirĂ« because let's face it, accents and umlauts are fun! XD It was supposed to mean "fire jewel" in Quenya, I had to look it up in the back of the Silmarillion XD there are some good resources online, too. ))
Tara bursts out laughing. "Hahaha...Ozzy, the idea of me being an Andalite...I'm sorry, it's just too weird. Kinda cool, but permanently? Nah, just too weird, I like my human self. Myitt on the other hand might not mind." Her face takes on a sullen expression and she looks down at the bar counter. "I would too mind."
<What, are you saying you'd rather be a Yeerk forever?>
<Maybe! I've gotten quite used to it, alright?>
<Well, you could morph something else, like a human, and live on Earth after the war?>
<I doubt Andalites would ever give morphing power to a Yeerk. I don't know. I can't think that far ahead.>
<Well, I can. I don't intend to go down in a blaze of glory.>
<I don't intend you to, either.>
<You're very confusing, you know that?>
<Yeah, I know...>
Quite suddenly, after a good thirty seconds of silence, Myitt looks up and says, "I won't give up fighting yet, of course, I can't really." She grins a little. "But I have every right to complain about it at every possible opportunity. Ossanlin, I know this is all silly and hypothetical, but what would the Andalite Electorate fear more? A Yeerk living in its natural form on their home soil, or giving a Yeerk the morphing ability so that it could become one of them, or something less..." She struggles for the right word.
<Dangerous? Disgusting?>
<No, no...>
"...less of a serious breach of security? I know your average Andalite would never believe that a Yeerk says he doesn't want to take a willing host, but suppose for the sake of argument? Humor me."